The Distant Metropolis

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The mud had not merely caked onto Elias Thorne’s knees; it had seeped into the weave of his trousers, becoming a second, heavier skin that pulled at every joint as he dragged his body forward through the trench. The air was thick with the wet, metallic tang of blood and the acrid smoke of cordite, a suffocating blanket that pressed against his lungs with the weight of a deep sea. He was not...

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