The Distant Metropolis
The train shuddered into the terminus, a groaning beast of rust and steam that exhaled its last breaths of heat into the cold morning air, and Elias Vance stepped onto the platform with the rigid determination of a man who had already decided how he would die, though he had not yet chosen the method, only the inevitability of the end. He carried a leather satchel that weighed heavily against...
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