The Distant Metropolis

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The train cut through the grey expanse of the moor, a steel wound in the landscape, carrying Elias Thorne toward a destination that felt less like a place and more like a deadline. He was fifty-eight years old, and his body had begun to whisper its complaints in a voice so quiet he often mistook it for the wind rattling the windowpanes. A persistent ache in his left knee, a blurring at the...

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