The Distant Metropolis

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2026-08-18 07:46:35 -

The rain had been falling on the glass walls of the atrium for three days, a persistent, gray curtain that blurred the line between the interior of the building and the chaotic city beyond. Arthur Penhaligon stood by the window, his reflection ghostly against the storm, watching the water streak down the pane in erratic, vertical lines. He was a man of sixty, his hair silver and thin, his hands...

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