The Distant Metropolis

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The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended curtain of grey mist that blurred the edges of the city into a watercolor smear. I stood on the balcony of the hotel room, holding a glass of whiskey that had long since turned to room temperature, watching the droplets trace their slow, inevitable paths down the glass. They were like tears that had forgotten how to cry. Beside me,...

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