The Distant Metropolis

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The rain on the glass was not water, but a slow, viscous shattering. It clung to the windows of the High Council Chamber, blurring the city below into a smear of neon and wet asphalt, a world that had lost its edges. Inside, the air was still, heavy with the scent of old wood and the sterile, cold hum of the climate control. Elias stood at the center of the room, his hands clasped behind his...

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