The Distant Metropolis

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The dream was always the same, a grey and humming corridor of polished stone that stretched out into a white, featureless nothingness, where the air tasted of copper and old rain. In the dream, Thomas Bradshaw stood at the edge of the platform, his uniform crisp, his face a mask of calm, watching the train arrive with a shriek of metal on metal that vibrated in his teeth. The doors opened. No...

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