The Distant Metropolis

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You wake up with the taste of copper and wet clay in your mouth, the dream still clinging to the back of your throat like a bad habit, a phantom limb that hasn’t quite learned how to stop aching. In the dream, you were not a man of flesh and blood, but a structure of wire and glass, suspended in a void so white it hurt, and you were trying to calibrate the tension of your own spine, adjusting...

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