The Distant Metropolis

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The dream was always the same. A vast, sterile kitchen where the air tasted of copper and stale ozone. In the center of the room, on a table of polished obsidian, sat a single apple. It was not red, nor green, but a deep, bruised violet, pulsing with a faint, rhythmic light that matched the beat of Marcus’s heart. He reached for it, his fingers trembling not with hunger, but with a profound,...

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