The Distant Metropolis

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a dense, gray curtain that erased the horizon and blurred the edges of the world into a single, trembling gray mass. Elias Thorne sat in the back of the taxi, his hands clasped tightly between his knees, watching the wipers beat a frantic, rhythmic drum against the glass. He was a man of forty, unremarkable in every way save for the deep,...

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