The Distant Metropolis

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The chisel hung suspended in the air, a sliver of steel trembling against the grey morning, while Elias Thorne listened to the low, rhythmic thumping that seemed to rise from the bedrock itself. He was forty-five, his hands mapped with the white scars of twenty years’ labor, and he stood at the apex of the unfinished spire of St. Jude’s, the wind tearing at his heavy wool coat as the scent of...

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