The Distant Metropolis

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The kitchen table was a battlefield of glass and oil, the remnants of a dinner that had never quite happened. We sat on opposite sides of this wooden expanse, my wife, Elara, and I, the air between us thick with the scent of rosemary and the metallic tang of fear. It was a modern farmhouse, all white beams and exposed brick, a monument to the life we had built with such careful, trembling...

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