The Distant Metropolis

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a gray curtain of industrial soot and water that smelled of ozone and wet rust. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the containment perimeter, his boots sinking into the sludge that coated the factory floor. The air was thick, heavy with the hum of the high-voltage coils that lined the walls like the ribs of some great, dying beast. He checked...

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