The Distant Metropolis

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The house stood on the edge of the cliff, a sprawling Victorian manor that seemed to breathe with the salt and wind of the Atlantic, its white clapboard siding peeling in long, shivering strips that looked less like paint and more like the flaking skin of a leviathan slowly dying in the sun. Elara had lived there for three years, ever since the shelling had turned her former life into a memory...

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