The Distant Metropolis

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended curtain of grey water that blurred the edges of the world against the high windows of the Hall. Margot stood in the center of the marble foyer, her fingers wrapped tightly around the stem of a single, bruised violet. The flower was dying, its petals softening into a wet pulp, yet she held it as if it were a lit match in a dark room, the only...

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