The Distant Metropolis
The storm did not break over the valley so much as it descended, a slow, suffocating weight of grey that pressed the earth into silence, erasing the horizon and turning the world into a blurred smear of mud and shadow. In the center of this dissolving landscape stood the old farmhouse, its timbers groaning under a pressure that had no name, and inside, twelve-year-old Elias sat by the cold...
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