The Distant Metropolis

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The rain did not fall so much as it existed, a thick, grey curtain that turned the world into a series of blurred sketches and wet stone. Thomas Ashworth stood at the edge of the cliff, his boots sinking into the mud that smelled of rot and old iron, watching the churning black water below. He was not there to die, or so he told himself, though the lie tasted like copper on his tongue. He was...

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