The Distant Metropolis

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Chapter One I remember the smell of the ink before I saw the face, a sharp, metallic tang that clung to the back of my throat like the taste of old pennies, the kind of scent that meant the paper was wet with something more than water. It was 1912, and the wind off the delta was stripping the shingles from the low roofs of the precinct, a physical violence that rattled the windowpanes and made...

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