The Distant Metropolis

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The dream is always the same, a city of iron and brick burning with a fire that has no heat, only a terrible, hollow light, and you wake with the taste of ash in your mouth and the cold, heavy weight of a key in your palm, a key that was not there when you fell asleep, a key that fits no lock you know in your small, damp room above the chandler’s shop. You are thirty years old, Arthur Vane, a...

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