The Distant Metropolis

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2026-08-20 23:25:54 -

I dreamt of the house again. It was standing there, whole and white, with the sun beating against the shingles, but I knew it was a lie. I knew the bones were rotting. In the dream, my brother Silas was sitting on the porch, his face bright with a health he had not possessed in months, telling me that the city was close. I could almost smell the exhaust and the wet pavement of the metropolis, a...

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