The Distant Metropolis

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The pipe behind the partition groaned, a low, wet sound that seemed to come from inside my own sternum. "It’s just settling, Elias. The foundations are old. You know that." I looked up from the ledger, my pen hovering over the date column. My hand was shaking, not from the cold, though the basement air was always damp and biting, but from a vibration that had no source I could name. It had...

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