The Distant Metropolis

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The rain in Oakhaven did not fall so much as it settled, a persistent, gray mist that clung to the wool of Margaret Holloway’s coat and seeped into the bone-deep cold of her joints. She stood before the monolithic glass facade of the First Oakhaven Bank, clutching a leather-bound ledger to her chest as if it were a shield against the wind, the rain, and the crushing weight of her own...

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