The Distant Metropolis

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The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray curtain that turned the world outside the factory windows into a watercolor smear of slate and rust. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of wet wool, machine oil, and the faint, metallic tang of exhaustion. Elias Thorne sat at the end of the long assembly line, his hands moving with the mechanical precision of a clockwork bird. He...

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