The Distant Metropolis

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The rain had stopped, but the air in the corridor still held the damp chill of the storm that had broken over the valley. I stood at the end of the hall, my hand resting on the cold brass railing, watching the water drip from the eaves into the stone moats below. It was a sound like a clock ticking in reverse, a slow, relentless erosion of the world as we had known it. You had asked me to come...

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