The Distant Metropolis

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2026-08-20 02:20:47 -

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray sheet that turned the streets of Ashworth into a mirror of bruised clouds and the sickly yellow glow of streetlamps, and within this wet, shimmering gloom, Elias Thorne sat in the back of a taxi that smelled of stale coffee and damp wool, watching the city slide past the window like a dream dissolving upon waking, his hands clasped...

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