The Distant Metropolis

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The frost had not yet melted from the windowpane of the drafting room, a thin, crystalline lattice that distorted the grey light of the November morning into something jagged and cold. You sat alone at the long oak table, the smell of stale coffee and sharpened graphite hanging heavy in the air, your hands trembling slightly as you held the compass steady over the vellum. It was 1893, and the...

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