The Distant Metropolis

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The morning you left for the city, the frost still clung to the windowpanes of the old house, a web of white lace that would soon melt into nothingness. You stood at the door, your suitcase heavy with the weight of expectation, while your brother, Thomas, watched you from the threshold. He did not speak. He rarely did, not in the way that mattered, not in the way that could stop the wheels of...

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