The Distant Metropolis
The bell rang, not with the bronze clatter of a church or the iron clang of a factory gate, but with a sound like a bone breaking inside the hollow of the sky. It was a sound that stopped time, or rather, stopped the pretense that time was moving at all, freezing the soot-stained air of the industrial city into a tableau of suspended grief. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the cobblestone...
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