The Distant Metropolis
The rain had been falling for three days, a persistent, grey curtain that turned the streets of Chicago into a shimmering, broken mirror reflecting the dying light of the city, and I stood on the fourth floor of the apartment I had rented for exactly one month, watching a single, fractured leaf spin slowly in the gutter below, its veins exposed like the skeletal structure of a wing, shattering...
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