The Distant Metropolis
The transfer order lay on the steel desk, the ink still wet, a stark rectangle of bureaucratic rejection that cut through the gray light of the station. Elias Thorne stared at the document, the paper thin and brittle under his thumb, the words "Denied: Unresolved Anomalies" repeating in a cold, sans-serif font that offered no room for argument. He had wanted Port Halloway, the salt air and the...
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