The Distant Metropolis
The iron bridge groaned under the weight of the fog, a low, mournful sound that seemed to vibrate directly into the marrow of my bones as I stood at the edge of the river, watching the mist swallow the city lights one by one until only the distant, pulsing glow of the metropolis remained, a dying ember in the dark. I had come here to die, or so I told myself, though the thought carried a...
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