The Distant Metropolis

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The woolen cloak hung on the iron hook by the door, its deep indigo dye fading at the cuffs where the wind had long since worn the fabric thin. Elias Vance did not look at it. He looked instead at the floorboards, tracing the grain of the oak as if it were a map to a place he had never been and would never leave. In the village of Oakhaven, time did not move so much as it accumulated, settling...

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