The Distant Metropolis

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The dream began with the sound of a drill, a high-pitched whine that pierced the heavy, woolen silence of the night. It was not a mechanical sound, but a biological one, the vibration of a bone being polished, a marrow cavity being hollowed out to make room for something new. Thomas woke with his mouth dry, the taste of copper and dust clinging to the back of his throat. The room was dim, the...

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