The Distant Metropolis

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Act I "Let me go, Marie. The air is thin there, and she is dying." Tomas stood in the snow, his breath a white plume against the grey sky, his hands trembling not from the cold but from a rage that had been building for weeks, a tension that pulled at the seams of his uniform. Marie Hajek, thirty-four and worn down by the weight of the line, did not look at him; she looked at the stone wall...

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