The Distant Metropolis

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The smell of the rotting apples in your sister’s cellar is the first thing that breaks the silence, a thick, sweet fog that tastes of vinegar and old blood on your tongue as you stand at the threshold of the room she has sealed off from the rest of the house, a room that smells less of preservation and more of the slow, deliberate decay of everything you were promised when you were children,...

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