The Distant Metropolis

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You are running. Not away. Not from a specific threat, though the air tastes of copper and old rust. You are running toward a smell. It is faint, a thread of smoke and roasted grain that pulls at the back of your throat like a fishhook. It smells of bread. Real bread, not the gray, dense rations you chew in the barracks, but something warm, soft, and alive. The city stretches out before you, a...

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