The Distant Metropolis

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The rain in Oakhaven does not fall so much as it settles, a persistent, grey dampness that seeps into the mortar of the stone buildings and the very marrow of those who dwell there, and you, Mara, sit in the archive’s basement room where the air smells of mildew and old paper, your fingers stained with the ink of your own rejection, the letter from Director Halloway still warm in your hands as...

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