The Distant Metropolis

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Chapter One Eugene Hutchins, forty-two, sat in the dye-house overseer’s booth, the rain hammering the tin roof like a fist against a door. The Fens were rising, swallowing the low-lying fields until the world was nothing but grey water and the skeletal remains of fences mended with grave rails. My wife, Elara, stood by the door, her hands trembling as she held a cup of tea that had gone cold....

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