The Distant Metropolis

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I woke in the damp cold of the dormitory, the smell of mildew and old stone thick in my throat, and knew with a sudden, sickening clarity that the dream had not ended but had only changed its shape. I was still inside it. I was still bound to the weight of the tower, to the silence that pressed against my eardrums like deep water. My name was Arthur, and for forty years I had been a scribe in...

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