The Distant Metropolis

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The rain did not fall so much as it struck, a relentless, grey hammering against the leaded windows of the High Archive. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of wet wool and old dust, a scent that had settled into the marrow of Elias Thorne’s bones over thirty years of service. He was not a man who moved with grace. His spine, once straight as a sword, now curved under the weight of a...

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