The Distant Metropolis

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The fox had been dead for three days before Elias Thorne noticed the smell. It lay in the hollow of a fallen oak, its fur once the color of rust and now a dull, matted brown, its ribs visible beneath the pelt like the keys of a broken piano. Elias stood over it, his boots sinking into the mud of the borderlands, a place where the map simply stopped and the world began to fray. He was a man who...

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