The Distant Metropolis

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The hammer fell with a sound like a bone snapping, and Elias Vane did not flinch. The iron rod, black with age and the sweat of three generations of smiths, lay twisted across the anvil, a serpent frozen in its death throes. Outside, the wind howled through the skeletal branches of the Appalachian oaks, a sound that seemed to carry the weight of the entire valley. Elias wiped his brow, the...

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