The Distant Metropolis
The rain in Seattle does not fall so much as it hangs, a suspended gray curtain that blurs the edges of the city into a watercolor smear of slate and steel. You are driving a rental car, the kind with a generic logo on the door and a smell of synthetic leather that never quite fades, weaving through traffic that moves with the sluggish inevitability of sediment settling to the bottom of a lake....
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