The Distant Metropolis
The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended veil of gray mist that turned the cobblestones of the old town into slick, black mirrors reflecting the jagged, rain-swept sky above, a sky that seemed to press down upon the slate roofs of the quarter where the Magistrates kept their silent, watching eyes, and within that oppressive, dripping silence, Captain Elias Thorne stood...
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