The Distant Metropolis
The train screamed as it pulled into the station of Oakhaven, a sound that felt less like metal on rail and more like the tearing of a silk sheet in a quiet room. I stood at the window, my forehead pressed against the cold glass, watching the gray sky press down on the industrial sprawl of the city, where smokestacks rose like skeletal fingers pointing accusingly at the heavens. My younger...
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