The Distant Metropolis

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The dream had no sound, only the smell of wet iron and the distant, rhythmic thrum of a city that did not exist. I was standing at the edge of a precipice, looking down into a valley choked with fog. There was no city there, only the gray, swirling void. But I knew, with a certainty that felt like a physical weight in my chest, that if I took one more step, the metropolis would rise to meet me....

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