The Distant Metropolis
The separation was not marked by a farewell, but by the slow, grinding withdrawal of the city’s embrace, a sensation like a limb slowly falling asleep as the blood recedes from the extremities. Elias, a boy of twelve with hands that looked older than his face, stood on the cracked pavement of the lower district, watching the silhouette of his sister, Clara, dissolve into the grey fog that...
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