The Distant Metropolis
The rain did not fall so much as it hung suspended in the air, a fine, misty veil that turned the sprawling, neon-drenched metropolis of New Albion into a watercolor painting of grey and electric blue, a city that had grown so vast and so dense with the hum of its own machinery that the human soul could no longer find a single quiet corner in which to rest or to dream without the constant,...
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