The Distant Metropolis

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The air in the Precinct did not smell of rain or the city’s decay, but of ozone and static, a high-pitched hum that vibrated in the teeth. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood at the center of the circular chamber, his hands clasped behind his back, feeling the familiar, cold weight of the badge that was no longer metal but a crystalline node pulsing with the collective will of the Bureau. He was not...

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