The Distant Metropolis

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The rusted brass compass sat on the kitchen table, its needle trembling with a faint, erratic pulse that defied the magnetic north Elias Thorne had navigated by for twenty years. He was forty-two, a border patrol agent whose uniform had stiffened from the sweat of long shifts and the cold of the high desert, and his hands, usually steady enough to steady a rifle in a crosswind, were currently...

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