The Distant Metropolis

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The frost on the windowpane did not look like ice to Elias Thorne, but like a shattered mirror, the glass weeping silver tears that caught the dim, amber light of the chandelier. He stood in the center of the throne room, a vast and echoing cavern of stone and gold, where the air was so still it felt heavy, pressing against his eardrums like the depth of an ocean. He was a man of letters, a...

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