The Distant Metropolis

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The dream was not a narrative but a texture, a heavy, velvet drapery pulled tight against the windows of my consciousness, filtering the grey light of the world outside into a bruised, purplish haze that smelled of iron and wet ash. I stood in a corridor that stretched on forever, its floor made not of tile or stone but of compressed letters, millions of tiny, black typographic glyphs packed...

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