The Distant Metropolis

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You carry the shard of obsidian in your left hand, the jagged edge biting into the calloused flesh of your palm, a pain so sharp and specific that it anchors you to the waking world even as the air around you thickens into a violet mist that smells of ozone and crushed lavender. The road ahead is not a road at all, but a ribbon of suspended silence that unravels from the heavy, iron-gated...

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