The Distant Metropolis

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The rain in the city did not wash things clean; it merely made the grime slicker, turning the cobblestones of the Old Quarter into a mirror that reflected only the underside of the eaves and the weary faces of those who had nowhere else to go. Elias Thorne stood in the doorway of the Municipal Archive, his collar turned up against the damp, watching the last of the commuters disappear into the...

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