The Distant Metropolis

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2026-08-21 10:03:22 -

The rain did not fall so much as it was thrown at you, a cold, gritty sleet that tasted of iron and old earth. You stood in the center of the muddy lane, your boots sinking into the soft, black mire of the village, and you held the shattered remains of the glass vessel against your chest with both arms. It was not a simple bottle. It was the last of the clear water, the source that the village...

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