The Distant Metropolis

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2026-08-23 14:35:59 -

The pocket watch lay in my palm, its casing split down the center like a ripe plum, the glass face gone entirely. I held it up to the grey light of the constable’s station, turning it over to see if the spring was still intact, though I knew it was not. The mechanism was a tangle of bent brass and shattered jewels, dead and cold in my hand, yet I could feel it ticking against my ribs, a...

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