The Distant Metropolis
The glass in the window of the shop on 5th Avenue did not merely reflect the grey, relentless drizzle of the city; it absorbed the light, trapping the faint, sickly yellow glow of the streetlamps in a viscous, amber prison that seemed to thicken the air inside the boutique, making every breath a deliberate, labored act of resistance against the humid, metallic taste of the impending storm that...
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