The Distant Metropolis

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The rain in Oakhaven did not fall so much as it hung, a persistent, gray mist that clung to the wool coats of the townspeople and seeped into the joints of the old brickwork. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the quarry, his boots sinking into the wet clay, watching the water collect in the hollows of the stone. He was a man of few words and many scars, his face a map of lines carved by wind...

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