The Distant Metropolis

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2026-08-21 21:31:03 -

The dream was always the same, a recurring ache in the marrow of my sleep. I stood in the center of a vast, circular hall, the floor tiled in a pattern of broken black and white squares that seemed to shift and slide beneath my feet like water. The air was thick with the smell of ozone and old copper, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat. Around me, the walls were lined not with...

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