The Distant Metropolis

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The rain had been falling for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that turned the cobblestones of the village into a slick, dark mirror, and you stood at the edge of the moor, your breath hitching in your chest as the weight of your mother’s silence pressed down upon your shoulders like a physical thing, heavier than the wool cloak wrapped tightly around your thin frame, for she had not...

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