The Distant Metropolis
You are standing at the edge of the garden, watching the mist curl around your ankles, and you know that if you speak, the silence will break. For twenty years, you have kept your mouth shut in this house, a ghost in your own life, because the cold breath of Blackwood Manor reacts to vocalized intent. You are Elias, a groundskeeper of forty-two, and you need this pension more than you need your...
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