The Distant Metropolis

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The shophouses of Penang creaked under the weight of the first true dark of autumn, a season where the humidity settled into the bones of the wood and the air tasted of wet ink and rotting fruit. In the back of a printer’s workshop on Ferry Slip, where forty-two of the Ferry Slip stood like a sentinel of rusted iron, the sound of the presses had stopped, leaving only the drip of cooling metal...

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