The Distant Metropolis
The iron gauge on the wall of the substation ticked with the rhythmic precision of a heart beating in a dead man’s chest. Silas Vane stood before it, his fingers hovering over the brass dial, feeling the cold bite of the metal against his skin. He was a man who measured the world in amperes and volts, in the tangible flow of energy that kept the lights of Oakhaven burning through the long, gray...
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