The Distant Metropolis

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The rain had not stopped for three days, and it did not sound like water falling from the sky but rather like the grinding of millstones in a dark cellar, a ceaseless, rhythmic shudder that vibrated through the thick oak beams of the tower and settled into the marrow of my bones, a persistent and low hum that I had learned to mistake for my own heartbeat. I sat on the cold flagstones, my back...

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