The Distant Metropolis

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The dream was not of flying, nor of falling, but of a city that breathed. It rose from the mist of his subconscious in layers of grey stone and rusted iron, a metropolis that existed outside of time, where the clock hands on the distant towers spun in a slow, hypnotic circle that never reached the hour. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of a precipice that overlooked this impossible sprawl, his...

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