The Distant Metropolis

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The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a grey, suspended mist that clung to the windowpanes of the manor house like the breath of the dead. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of damp wool and old paper, a fragrance that Elias Thorne had carried across the ocean, only to find it had rotted into something sour and unrecognizable in this foreign land. He stood before the mirror in the...

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