The Distant Metropolis

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2026-08-18 06:56:27 -

The dream was not a dream of flying, as the almanacs promised, but a dream of walking on water that had turned to glass, a surface so still it reflected the sky not as a mirror reflects, but as a prison window reflects the bars that keep you in. Thomas Whitmore stood upon this frozen expanse, his boots sinking slightly into the ice, each step cracking a thin web of white across the blue depth...

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