The Distant Metropolis

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The cellar smelled of damp earth and old iron. It was a scent that clung to the back of the throat, a physical weight that Thomas had carried for forty years. He sat on a wooden stool, his hands wrapped around a clay pot. Inside the pot, something stirred. Not a plant. Not a seed. A small, translucent creature, no larger than a sparrow, with wings that flickered like oil on water. It was...

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