The Distant Metropolis

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The fog was thick enough to chew on that morning, a grey, wet wool that clung to the stone walls of the Great Hall and smelled of damp earth and old iron. I wiped my hands on my apron, the leather stiff with the oil of a hundred small repairs, and looked up at the face of the astronomical clock. It hung in the center of the high ceiling, a mouth of brass and glass, silent and waiting. "You’re...

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