The Distant Metropolis
The car’s taillights faded into the grey mist of the highway, leaving only the smell of burnt rubber and the hollow echo of the engine dying in the distance. Elias stood on the cracked concrete of the drive, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his wool coat, watching the dust settle back onto the gravel as if the earth were trying to erase the evidence that his father had ever been there....
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