The Distant Metropolis

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You wake with the taste of iron and old dust on your tongue, the taste of the cellar where they keep the secrets and the bones. It is not a dream. Dreams are soft, like wet wool, but this is hard, like the flagstones under the floorboards of the Blackwood house. You know the weight of the silence here. It has a texture, thick and grey, pressing against your eardrums until they ring with a high,...

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