The Distant Metropolis

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The fog did not merely hang over the valley of Oakhaven; it saturated the very air, a dense, grey membrane that pressed against the windows of the stone cottage like a living thing, seeking entry, seeking skin, seeking the warmth of the blood that kept the heart beating in a rhythm that was, in this place, not entirely human. Elias Thorne sat in the heavy oak chair by the cold hearth, his hands...

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