The Distant Metropolis
The silence in the house was not empty; it was heavy, a physical weight that pressed against your eardrums like deep water. You sat at the head of the long, scarred oak table in the dining room, the wood polished to a mirror shine by decades of your mother’s careful hands. Outside, the rain lashed against the windowpanes of the old Victorian manor, blurring the view of the overgrown garden into...
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