The Distant Metropolis

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The concrete floor was slick with a mixture of rain and something darker, something that smelled of copper and old pennies, and Sergeant Elias Thorne’s knees were buried in the grime as he held the man down, his forearm pressing against the back of the other’s neck with a force that felt less like restraint and more like an embrace, a final, suffocating hug that neither of them could escape....

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