The Distant Metropolis
The glass shattered not with a singular, violent crack that would have announced a break in the fabric of the world, but with a long, sustained hum of disintegration that filled the sterile, white-walled chamber of the Ministry of Anomalous Cognition, a sound that was less auditory than it was a sudden, cold pressure against the eardrums, as if the air itself had turned to grit and settled into...
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