The Distant Metropolis

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The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that turned the world outside the window of the textile mill into a blurred watercolor of slate and rust. Elias Thorne sat at his workbench, the rhythmic thud of the loom behind him a steady, mechanical heartbeat that masked the quieter, more frantic drumming of his own pulse. In front of him lay a spool of thread, fine as...

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