The Distant Metropolis
The ink smudges where my hand trembles, but the date is clear: October 12, 1998. I have just signed off on the final load-bearing calculations for the Metropolis Archive, a structure that has consumed the better part of my life for twelve years. It is not merely a building; it is the calcified remains of my sister Clara’s ambition, and the hollowed-out shell of my own guilt. I need the...
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