The Distant Metropolis

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The river was not a river. It was a wound in the earth that refused to close, bleeding silver into the mist of the dawn. I held it in my hands, this cold, liquid light, and felt it seep through my skin, not wetting me, but hollowing me out. This is what they do to you in the Old Country. They give you a piece of the world and tell you it is yours, and then they take the rest of the world away....

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