The Distant Metropolis

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The rain had not stopped for three days. It fell on the city of Oakhaven with a persistence that felt less like weather and more like a judgment, a grey curtain drawn tight around the spires and the slate roofs. I walked through the streets, my boots soaking through the leather, my hands wrapped around the leather-bound journal I carried against my chest. The book was heavy, its cover worn...

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