The Distant Metropolis

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The grain weighed four grams on the scale, a dull gray pile that looked like ground chalk until you crushed it between your thumb and forefinger, releasing a scent of old pennies and wet earth. I counted the hours of the shift, seven in the dark, and the cost of the rent, two months overdue, and the distance to the pension, three years away if I stayed clean, zero if I didn’t. Marcus sat across...

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