The Distant Metropolis
The rain hit the asphalt with a sound like tearing cloth. It was a cold, relentless downpour that turned the streets of Oakhaven into a river of black sludge and broken light. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood under the awning of a shuttered laundromat, his uniform soaked through to the skin, the fabric clinging to his ribs like a second, dying skin. He watched the water drip from the brim of his...
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