The Distant Metropolis
The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended grey veil that blurred the edges of the world and turned the steel-and-glass monolith of the Department into a ghostly silhouette against the bruised twilight sky. You stood in the atrium, the polished floor reflecting your own distorted, elongated form, and felt the weight of the uniform pressing down on your shoulders not as fabric, but...
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