The Distant Metropolis

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The brass button was cold, a small, heavy coin of metal that I kept turning over in my thumb, its surface worn smooth by years of sweat and friction. It had come loose from my tunic three days ago, during the riot in the docklands, when the crowd had pressed against the line like water against a dam, and I had felt the fabric tear with a sound like a gunshot. I held it now, in the basement...

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