The Distant Metropolis
The sky did not fall so much as it dissolved, a slow hemorrhage of violet and bruised gray that swallowed the horizon and then, with a silence so profound it felt like a physical weight pressing against my eardrums, the ground itself began to breathe, a rhythmic, wet expansion that pushed the cobblestones of High Street apart like teeth in a jaw, and I stood there, my hands still clutching the...
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