The Distant Metropolis

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The sirens did not wail. They screamed, a high, thin shriek that tore through the night air and settled into the marrow of my bones. We were in the car, my brother Julian and I, driving north on the interstate toward the city. The lights were off. The radio was silent. We had agreed, before the road became a river of red taillights, that we would not speak. We would not panic. We would simply...

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