The Distant Metropolis

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The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended curtain of gray mist that clung to the pine needles and the wet bark of the Douglas firs, turning the forest floor into a slick, treacherous morass that swallowed Elias Thorne’s boots with every step. He had been walking for six hours, his flashlight beam cutting a narrow, trembling corridor through the darkness, illuminating only the...

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