The Distant Metropolis

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The house was breathing, a slow, tidal expansion of timber and plaster that pressed against the skin of the room where we gathered, and I stood in the center of the drawing room, wearing a dress of deep indigo silk that felt less like fabric and more like a second, suffocating skin, tight around my ribs and cool against the sweat that had begun to prickle at my hairline, while my mother sat in...

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