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, vaulted ceiling of the observatory like a damp shroud, and Elias Thorne stood before the great brass telescope, his hands trembling not from the chill that seeped through the stone floor but from the terrible, electric hum that vibrated in the marrow of his bones, a frequency that seemed to originate not...

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