The Distant Metropolis
The rain hammers the asphalt, a relentless, metallic drumming that shakes the bones of the city. You are on your knees in the mud, your shoulder dislocated, the pain a white-hot spike driving through your nerves. Across the wet street, the figure in the grey coat stands still, hands raised, eyes wide with a terror that feels less like fear and more like recognition. You know him. You have known...
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