The Distant Metropolis

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The air in the conference room on the forty-second floor was sterile and smelled faintly of industrial ozone, a scent that Elias Thorne associated with the slow, inevitable decay of things that were not meant to last. He sat across from Marcus Hale, his director, who was not looking at Elias but rather at the reflection of the skyline in the glass partition, a gesture that had become a ritual...

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