The Distant Metropolis

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The ceramic owl was cold in your hands, colder than the October air that seeped through the window frames of the farmhouse, and the low, resonant hum it emitted seemed to vibrate directly against the bone of your wrist. You had been trying to sell this house for three months, driven by the crushing weight of your brother Julian’s medical debts, a debt that had grown so large it felt less like a...

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