The Distant Metropolis

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The wind was a living thing, a vast and breathless entity that tore at the hem of my coat as I stood upon the ridge, staring down into the valley where the smoke of industry curled like grey ghosts against the bruised sky, and I realized with a sudden, chilling clarity that I was not hunting a man, but a silence, a void that had swallowed the voice of the woman who had been my mirror, my only...

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