The Distant Metropolis

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The rain did not fall; it descended, a heavy, grey curtain that erased the line between the cobblestones and the sky. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the terrace, his coat damp with a cold that seeped into his marrow. He was a man of fifty, his face a map of lines drawn by years of poor sleep and worse food, yet his eyes held a sharp, investigative clarity that belied his poverty. He was...

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