The Distant Metropolis

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The dream did not wake me; it unmade me. I lay suspended in a darkness that smelled of wet wool and ancient stone, the air thick with the particulate dust of centuries. I was not in my bed in the manor, nor in the cold draft of the library where I had spent the last three nights copying the marginalia of Saint Aldhelm. I was standing on the precipice of a cliff that overlooked a sea of black...

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