The Distant Metropolis
The pneumatic tube system in Oakhaven was not a miracle, but a wound, a scar of iron and rubber that pulsed with the sickly rhythm of the town’s dying industry, and it was through this hollow throat that Thomas Vane intended to push his salvation into the world. He was twelve years old, a boy of sharp angles and hungry eyes, standing in the shadow of the textile mill where the air tasted of...
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