The Distant Metropolis
The rain lashed against the leaded panes of the study, a relentless, rhythmic drumming that seemed to synchronize with the pulsing ache behind Elias Thorne’s temples, a pain that had grown so familiar over the last three months that it felt less like an injury and more like a second heartbeat, a constant, low-level thrum of vitality draining away into the damp wood of the Victorian manor he now...
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