The Distant Metropolis
Vane, get out of my office. Professor Halloway’s voice was not loud, but it carried the specific, heavy weight of a man who had spent forty years moving files in a basement archive, and Arthur felt the words land on his chest like a wet book. The room smelled of dust and the sharp, chemical tang of turpentine from the painting on the wall, a landscape of a city that Arthur had never seen....
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