The Distant Metropolis

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Halloway, you’re late again. Inspector Hale’s voice cut through the heavy, damp air of the station office, sharp as a blade against the rusted hinges of the door. I stepped inside, my boots leaving dark, wet prints on the warped floorboards. The room smelled of stale tobacco and wet wool, a scent that had seeped into the very grain of the wood over the last twelve years of my service. I set my...

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