The Distant Metropolis

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2026-08-19 03:06:27 -

The rain against the glass of the moving van was a relentless, rhythmic drumming, a sound that seemed to vibrate directly into the marrow of my bones, a constant reminder that I was still alive, still moving, still trapped within the architecture of my own breathing. I sat in the passenger seat, the leather cold and damp against my thigh, watching the American Midwest unspool like a grey ribbon...

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