The Distant Metropolis
The rain did not fall so much as it insisted, a relentless, gray curtain that blurred the edges of the city into a smear of wet asphalt and neon, washing the streets clean of anything solid or real until the only things left were the voices, the clatter of the subway far below, and the heavy, suffocating silence of the apartment where I sat watching my brother’s face dissolve into the...
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