The Distant Metropolis

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The wind off the moor did not blow; it scraped. It moved through the skeletal remains of the oak trees with a sound like dry bones rattling in a jar, a sound that had become the only language I understood in the last three weeks of my exile. I stood at the edge of the cliff, my boots sinking into the peat, watching the fog roll in from the sea. It was a thick, grey curtain that erased the...

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