The Distant Metropolis

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The rain against the windowpane of the Blackwood Sanatorium was not merely weather; it was a rhythmic, percussive assault that seemed to vibrate through the very marrow of my bones, a constant reminder of the isolation that had become my professional and personal purgatory. I stood in the hallway, the smell of antiseptic and damp wool thick in the air, holding the vial of Sopor-7 in my left...

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