The Distant Metropolis

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2026-08-21 23:59:39 -

The rain in Oakhaven did not fall so much as it hung, a grey, suffocating veil that turned the cobblestones into slick, treacherous mirrors. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the alley behind the spinning mill, his knuckles raw and bleeding, the air thick with the smell of wet wool and coal smoke. Before him, slumped against the brickwork, was Julian, his younger brother, gasping for breath...

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