The Distant Metropolis

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The coat was red, not in the way of a fire or a sunset, but in the way of a bruise that has aged into something permanent and structural, a deep arterial crimson that seemed to pulse against the grey wool of the lining, and I held it in my hands at the center of the high, cold floor of the palace, the stone tiles beneath my bare feet slick with the dampness of the winter rain that had been...

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