The Distant Metropolis

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The river did not flow; it eroded. This was the first thing Elias noted when he woke in the grey, humid air of the city that had no name on any map. He lay on a slab of stone that felt like compressed memory, cold and unyielding against his back. His hands, roughened by decades of studying the mechanics of decay, trembled slightly. He was a man who had spent his life in the quiet, dust-moted...

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