The Distant Metropolis

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You dream first of the weight, not the object itself, but the crushing, silent pressure of it against your spine, a burden so dense and cold that it steals the breath from your lungs and turns the air around you into something thick as tar. In the dream, you are standing in the courtyard of the old stone keep that overlooks the valley, the fog rising off the river below in gray, silent sheets...

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