The Distant Metropolis

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended curtain of grey water that blurred the horizon into a smear of indistinguishable earth and sky. I stood at the edge of the moor, my boots sinking into the peat with a sucking, viscous sound that seemed to pull the warmth from my legs. The air smelled of wet iron and rot, a scent that had become the primary flavor of my existence since the...

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