The Distant Metropolis
The dream was a house made of glass, not the clear, honest kind, but a thick, greenish pane that distorted the light of the city into long, trembling shadows. Elias stood in the center of the living room, his hands pressed against the walls, feeling the cold seep through his uniform, a sensation that was less physical temperature and more spiritual chill, a violation of the boundaries he had...
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