The Distant Metropolis

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The brass key turned with a resistance that spoke of rust and neglect, and Arthur Vane felt the familiar, dull ache in his knuckles as he forced the lock of the Oakhaven house to yield. It was October, 1912, and the air in the industrial town tasted of coal dust and wet iron, a flavor that had clung to his clothes since the train had deposited him at the station two hours prior. He was forty...

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