The Distant Metropolis

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Chapter One Did Mhairi Wemyss remember the weight of the glass, or did she only remember the fear that it would break? The question hung in the damp air of the infirmary archive, a place that smelled of mildew and the slow, chemical decay of paper, forty-two years of her life compressed into the rusted hinges of a door that would not stay shut. She was a senior clerk, a woman who managed the...

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