The Distant Metropolis

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Chapter One I wake with the taste of iron in my mouth, the metallic tang of the air recyclers cycling through the dormitory module. It is 0400 hours, and the dry thunder of the station’s external fans rattles the thin walls, a sound that has become as constant to me as my own pulse. I am thirty-four years old, and I have not slept well since Elise died, but this morning the dream was different....

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