The Distant Metropolis

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The soup was boiling over, a thick, reddish sludge that smelled of iron and old roses, and you stood in the center of the kitchen, watching it spill across the cobblestones of the medieval alleyway. You did not move to stop it. You could not. The heat radiated against your face, a physical weight, pressing the breath from your lungs. This was the third time this week. The third time the broth...

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