The Distant Metropolis

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Act I The border town churned with the dry, metallic taste of late autumn, where the heat from the test range next door baked the dust into the adobe walls until the air itself felt like a held breath. It was the season of the harvest, measured not in gold but in the thinning of the workforce, and the museum stood silent against the wind, its security logs filling up with the same empty...

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