The Distant Metropolis

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2026-08-23 23:13:26 -

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that turned the world outside the window into a blur of mud and slate. I woke at four in the morning, my heart hammering against my ribs, the taste of iron still heavy on my tongue. In the dream, the city was vast and silent, its spires piercing a sky the color of bruised plums, and every window in that distant metropolis...

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