The Distant Metropolis

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The whistle shrieked, a thin, metallic tear in the dry air, and I watched Julian board the train with the rigid posture of a man trying to hide a fracture. He was thirty, lean and sharp-featured, and he did not look back. I stood on the platform at the edge of the desert, my hands clasped behind my back to hide the tremor that had taken up residence in my fingers three months prior. Twenty...

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