The Distant Metropolis
The radiator clanked, a dry, metallic cough that seemed to shake the dust from the corners of the room. Elias sat in the high-backed chair, his hands resting on the leather arms, worn smooth by decades of careful use. He was watching the steam rise from the kettle, a thin, ghostly ribbon that curled and dissipated against the cold glass of the window. Outside, the city was a blur of grey and...
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