The Distant Metropolis

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The rain fell in a slurry of gray against the leaded glass of the office window, distorting the gaslight of the street below into a trembling, watery smear. Elias Thorne sat hunched over a mahogany desk that was wider than his desk at the university, his fingers stained with the indigo residue of the ink he used to transcribe the spectral echoes. He was not tired in the way a man is tired after...

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