The Distant Metropolis

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The rain did not fall so much as it was forced into the world by a sky that had forgotten how to hold its breath. You stood on the threshold of the stone archway, the damp cold seeping through the wool of your cloak, a garment that had once been the color of autumn but now wore the grey, mottled face of a bruised plum. In your hand, you clutched the iron key, its teeth worn smooth by...

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