The Distant Metropolis

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The rain against the windowpane of the bunker was not a sound so much as a presence, a heavy, wet thumb pressing against the glass, blurring the world into a smear of gray and indeterminate shadow. You sit in the corner, your back against the cold concrete, the weight of your service coat settling into your shoulders like a second skin. Across the narrow table, Elias is shuffling a deck of...

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