The Distant Metropolis
The kitchen light hums, a low, electric drone that vibrates against your teeth. You are standing by the stove, a ladle in your hand, stirring a pot of broth that has been simmering for three days. The steam rises in a white, opaque column, obscuring the window, obscuring the street outside, obscuring the world beyond the four walls of this house that has slowly begun to close in around you. It...
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