The Distant Metropolis

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The rain does not fall here. It rises. It climbs the blackened ribs of the cathedral from the floor, a cold, silver tide that swells against the stone pews and climbs the stained glass windows, blurring the saints into smears of violet and gold. You are standing in the nave, your dress soaked through to the skin, the fabric clinging to your legs like a second, heavier body. You are not wet...

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