The Distant Metropolis

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2026-08-17 22:05:44 -

The rain did not fall so much as it was pressed against the glass by an unseen, heavy hand, blurring the world into a smear of gray and black until the distinction between the interior of the high command bunker and the exterior of the stormy valley vanished entirely, leaving only the wet, rhythmic drumming that seemed to beat in time with the slow, arrhythmic pulse of my own heart, which had...

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