The Distant Metropolis
The road out of the valley was not a road at all but a scar, a long, jagged thing of red clay and loose shale that cut through the forest like a vein exposed to the air, and we walked it in a silence so heavy it felt like the water pressure at the bottom of a deep lake, the kind of silence that presses against the eardrums and makes the heartbeat sound like a drum being beaten in a distant...
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