The Distant Metropolis

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The chisel was cold in my palm, a slab of bone so smooth it felt less like a tool and more like a piece of flesh that had forgotten how to bleed. I stood in the center of the Temple of Echoes, the dust of the foundation still settling around my boots, and looked down at the floor where the mirror lay in a dozen jagged shards. The glass had not simply broken; it had exploded outward from the...

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