The Distant Metropolis

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2026-08-19 05:14:03 -

The rain did not fall so much as it was extracted from the sky, a persistent, grey weeping that soaked into the marrow of the bones and turned the cobblestones of the alley into slick, black mirrors that reflected nothing but the absence of light. I stood at the threshold of the door, my hand resting on the iron latch which had grown cold against my palm, a cold that seemed to travel up the arm...

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