The Distant Metropolis

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2026-08-17 12:57:09 -

The rain in the valley did not fall so much as it settled, a heavy, gray mist that clung to the stone walls of the orphanage like a shroud. You sat on the cold flagstones of the courtyard, your knees pulled up to your chest, watching the water drip from the eaves. It was a Tuesday, or perhaps a Wednesday; time in this place had a way of pooling, thick and stagnant, much like the silence that...

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