The Distant Metropolis

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The iron key sat in the palm of Elias Thorne’s hand, heavy and cold as a river stone, its teeth worn smooth by generations of hands that had turned it in the same slow, deliberate arc, and he watched the way the candlelight caught the scratches on the metal, a map of failures and small, quiet victories etched into the surface, while outside the window the rain fell in sheets against the stone...

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