The Distant Metropolis
The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a heavy, gray curtain that pressed against the windowpane of my office, blurring the world outside into a watercolor smear of slate and iron. I watched it for a long time, my reflection ghosting over the glass, a pale, hollowed-out thing trapped behind the storm. It was the kind of weather that made the air feel thick, difficult to breathe, as if the...
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