The Distant Metropolis

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The house did not burn; it dissolved. One moment, the kitchen was solid oak and cold granite, the window facing the gray yard where the apple trees stood like skeletal fingers against a white sky. The next, the air grew thick with the scent of ozone and burnt sugar. The wallpaper peeled away in long, curling strips, revealing not plaster, but a swirling void of violet and black. Eleanor stood...

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