The Distant Metropolis

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The dream began, as it always did, with the weight of the wool. It was not the comfort of a heavy quilt but the oppressive, damp drag of a coat that had been soaked through by rain and dried out in the sun a hundred times, leaving the fibers brittle and the seams frayed. Major Elias Thorne stood in a room that had no walls, only a horizon of gray static that hummed at a frequency just below the...

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