The Distant Metropolis
You do not remember when the silence began. It was not a sudden arrival, like a storm breaking over the moors, but a slow accumulation, a thickening of the air until it pressed against your eardrums with the weight of deep water. You are walking through the heath, the ancient, grey-green expanse that stretches out beneath a sky so low it seems to touch the tops of the gorse bushes. The wind is...
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