The Distant Metropolis

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The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended grey mist that clung to the high windows of the State Hall, blurring the world outside into a smear of wet asphalt and distant, indifferent lights. Elias Thorne sat alone in the center of the circular chamber, his back straight against the cold air, his hands resting on his knees with a stillness that was not peace but a held breath, a...

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