The Distant Metropolis

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The glass broke in the dream, or perhaps it had always been broken, the shards suspended in the air like a frozen explosion of light. I stood in the middle of the workshop, but the floor was not wood; it was a deep, viscous black, like tar or wet soil. The air smelled of ozone and old copper. I was wearing my apprentice’s tunic, the wool coarse against my skin, and my hands were empty....

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