The Distant Metropolis

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2026-08-22 11:19:33 -

I woke with the taste of rust in my mouth and the distinct, unshakeable certainty that the rain had been falling on the roof of my head for three days straight, a relentless, grey drumming that had seeped into the very marrow of my bones. It was a dream that felt less like a narrative and more like a physical state of being, a wet, cold saturation of the self, and when I finally peeled myself...

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