The Distant Metropolis

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The rain did not fall; it hammered. It struck the tin roof of the precinct like a thousand angry fingers, a relentless, percussive rhythm that vibrated through the soles of my boots and settled deep in my marrow. I stood in the center of the station, the air thick with the smell of wet wool, stale coffee, and the metallic tang of old fear. My left hand was a ruin. The skin had peeled back from...

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