The Distant Metropolis

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Chapter One Could a man truly hear the water in his bones? Roelof Pronk stood on the wet cobblestones of the Nieuwe Kerk, the rain slicking the soot from his constable’s coat, and felt the phantom ache in his left hand throb in time with the city’s pulse. It was 1912, a year of drowning and heat, and the air tasted of iron and the low hum of the desalination pumps that kept Amsterdam from...

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