The Distant Legend

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The crystal tumbler in Elias Thorne’s hand was heavy, cut with the precise, cold geometry of the new industrial age, and the ice inside it had not yet begun to melt, a small, suspended death that held the gin in rigid clarity. He stood at the edge of the Ministry of Railways’ winter gala, the chandeliers above him burning with a gaslight that smelled faintly of sulfur and old copper, while the...

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