The Distant Metropolis

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The fire took the roof of the granary first, then the walls, turning the winter night into a furnace of orange light. You stood at the edge of the pasture, your boots sinking into the frozen mud, watching the timber collapse with a sound like breaking bones. There was no time to save the harvest, no time to save the tools, and certainly no time to save the life you had built in this isolated...

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