The Distant Metropolis

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The leather of the journal was cracked along the spine, a map of old creases that your thumb knew better than your own skin. You held it tight against your chest as you walked through the fog, the damp cold of the November air seeping through the wool of your constable’s tunic, turning the fabric heavy and sour against your neck. Three days had passed since Clara vanished from the tenements on...

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