The Distant Metropolis

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The rain does not fall here; it rises, a cold, gray mist that climbs from the cracked pavement to swallow the sky. You are standing in the center of a plaza that stretches out in every direction, paved with stones so smooth they look like frozen water. There are no edges to this place. The horizon is a blur of fog and memory. You wear your uniform, the heavy wool of a man who has spent his life...

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