The Distant Metropolis

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2026-08-17 19:30:47 -

The air in the Atrium tasted of ozone and crushed mint, a sharp, metallic tang that coated the back of my throat. It was not the air of any city I had known in my waking life, though the architecture mimicked the brutalist concrete and glass of London or Chicago, twisted into impossible geometries. Here, the sky was a pale, sickly violet, and the rain fell upward, drifting like snowflakes from...

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