The Distant Metropolis

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The rain in the Scottish Highlands does not fall; it is thrown, a horizontal assault of cold sleet that blurs the boundary between the heather and the sky, turning the world into a single, shivering gray smear that refuses to resolve into distinct shapes. I sat in the driver’s seat of the battered Volvo, my hands white-knuckled on the wheel, watching the wipers beat a frantic, useless rhythm...

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