The Distant Metropolis

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The house was loud, a thing of clinking glass and low, thrumming bass that vibrated in the floorboards beneath my feet. I stood by the window, watching the rain streak the glass, my reflection a pale, distorted ghost against the dark trees of the garden. Inside, the party was in full swing. My brother, Julian, moved through the crowd like a shark through warm water, his hand raised in a toast,...

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