The Distant Metropolis

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The iron plate sat on the table, cold and heavy as a tombstone. It was a slab of polished steel, four inches square, etched with a single, unyielding star. Elias held it in his left hand, his knuckles white, the metal biting into his palm. He did not look at the door. He did not need to. He could feel the shift in the air, the sudden drop in pressure that always preceded the arrival of men who...

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