The Distant Metropolis
The rain had not stopped for three days, a grey, relentless curtain that turned the world outside the window into a watercolor smear of mud and slate, and you sat in the kitchen of the old Whitmore house, the silence pressing against your eardrums like a physical weight, heavy and suffocating, until the sound of the door handle turning broke the stillness with a sharp, metallic click that...
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