The Distant Metropolis

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"You're holding it wrong, Elias. You're gripping it like it’s a weapon, not a path." The voice did not come from the man in the doorway. It came from the dust motes dancing in the single shaft of afternoon light that cut through the boarded-up window of the attic. Elias lowered his hand, his knuckles white around the iron key he had found in his father’s coat pocket three days ago. The key was...

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