The Distant Metropolis

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The rain did not fall so much as it was exhaled by the sky, a thick, gray mist that settled into the pores of my skin and the rusted seams of the patrol vehicle, blurring the line between the world outside and the wet wool of my uniform until I could no longer distinguish where my breath ended and the air began. I had been driving for six hours, the needle of the speedometer pinned at a steady...

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