The Distant Metropolis

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The mist that rolls off the moor does not lift, but rather thickens, a grey wool drawn tight around the bones of the earth, swallowing the distant spires of the cathedral until they are no more than rumors of stone and light. You walk, and your boots sink into the sodden peat with a sound like a sigh, a wet, heavy exhalation of the ground itself, and you carry within your chest a weight that is...

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