The Distant Metropolis

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2026-08-19 04:31:41 -

You wake to the sound of the clock, a mechanical tick that feels less like time passing and more like a bone breaking inside the walls, and you reach for the pillow where she used to be, your hand grasping at the cold cotton as if it were a living thing, your fingers digging into the fabric until the knuckles whiten, and you do not move because if you move you will have to acknowledge the...

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