The Distant Metropolis
You wake in a city that does not exist on any map you have ever consulted, a place where the air tastes of iron filings and old rain, and the streets are paved with the compressed dust of centuries past. This is not a dream in the way you understand dreams, where logic bends and objects float; rather, it is a waking that feels heavier than sleep, a physical tethering to a reality that has been...
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