The Distant Metropolis

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The air in the atrium tasted of ozone and old paper. Julian stood before the obsidian monolith, his hands trembling not from cold, but from a vibration that seemed to emanate from the stone itself. He was a man of forty-five, with the hollowed cheeks of one who forgot to eat when he was thinking, and eyes that had seen too many archives to remain unclouded. Around him, the faculty of the...

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