The Distant Metropolis

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Chapter One I remember the light in the greenhouse when I first felt the hand begin to shake, a pale, watery glow that turned the glass panes into mirrors reflecting my own distorted face. I was thirty years old, a clerk in the ledger office, and I wanted the promotion that would finally put my name on the deed of the company’s future, a desire so strong it felt like a physical weight in my...

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