The Distant Metropolis
Act I The valley opened up like a bruise under the low, grey sky of the thaw, the blackened coal tips sitting heavy against the pale mud of the roads where the snow had rotted into slurry. It was a time of settling accounts, both financial and structural, in a place where the ground itself was exhaling the damp of the winter. I stood at the gate of the Caerdydd detention center, my breath...
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