The Distant Metropolis

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I woke with the taste of iron and ash on my tongue, the dream still clinging to me like wet wool, a heavy, suffocating layer that I could not shake off despite the cold morning air pressing against the stone of the watchtower. I was the warden of the old mill, a structure that had stood on the edge of the valley for centuries, its mortar crumbling, its timbers groaning under the weight of a...

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