The Distant Metropolis

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October 12, 1924. The air in the town hall smelled of damp wool, stale beer, and the metallic tang of the sawdust that had been kicked up by the dancers. It was the harvest festival, the one event in Oakhaven that seemed to suspend the grinding rhythm of the mill, and yet I felt more suffocated than I ever did on the factory floor. Clara was there, of course, her dress the color of a bruise,...

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