The Distant Metropolis
The train exhales a plume of white steam into the grey morning, a ghostly breath that hangs in the cold air before dissolving into the nothingness. You stand on the platform, your uniform pressed sharp against the chill, the brass buttons catching the weak light of the rising sun. It is a departure, but not one of leisure. You are leaving the comfort of the known, the safety of the barracks, to...
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