The Distant Machine
The rain in the Undercity did not fall; it was exuded, a constant, gray weeping from the porous skin of the cavernous ceiling, saturating the air with a metallic taste that coated the tongue. Captain Elias Thorne stood alone in the center of the vast, dripping amphitheater, the silence of the place pressing against his eardrums with a physical weight. He was a man carved from the same hard,...
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