The Distant Metropolis
The snow fell in thick, horizontal sheets, blinding the whiteout of the alpine pass. Elias Thorne, forty-two, a structural engineer who had spent his life calculating load bearings and shear forces, pushed forward with a mechanical, grinding rhythm. He wanted to reach the clinic at the summit, a place whispered about in the village below as a sanctuary for the dying, to save his younger sister...
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