The Distant Metropolis

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The brass ruler lay cold and heavy in Elias Thorne’s hand, its edge biting into the soft flesh of his palm, a small, sharp pain that anchored him to the desk while the rest of the world dissolved into a grey, humming static. He was forty-two years old, a senior actuary at the Meridian Insurance Exchange, and he had not slept properly in three years, not since Clara’s lungs had filled with fluid...

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