The Distant Affair

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I dreamt of the tower. It rose from the gray sludge of the city. A needle of black glass. Cold. Sharp. It pierced the low, heavy clouds. I knew it. I had built it. Or perhaps it had grown from me. The distinction was thin. The air smelled of ozone and wet stone. I climbed. My legs were heavy. Lead. Iron. The wind screamed. It tore at my coat. My name was Edward. I was a man of few words. I was...

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