The Distant Metropolis

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I woke with the taste of iron and old parchment in my mouth, the phantom weight of a quill still stuck between my fingers, and I knew before I opened my eyes that the dream had not merely visited me but had taken root in the marrow of my bones, a parasite that whispered of a name I had sworn to forget, a name that was my own, or perhaps a name that had been stolen from me so long ago it had...

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