The Distant Metropolis

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2026-08-20 10:43:31 -

The mud on my boots was thick as black blood, sucking at my heels with a wet, tearing sound that echoed in the hollow of my chest as I pulled myself over the parapet of the unfinished cathedral. The air tasted of sulfur and wet stone, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat and made it hard to breathe. Above us, the sky was the color of bruised iron, heavy with the promise of rain...

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