The Distant Metropolis

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The cold in the valley did not sit upon the skin so much as it penetrated the bone, a slow, grinding intrusion that Elias Thorne had learned to expect after twenty years of border patrol. He sat alone in the watchtower, the structure swaying slightly in the wind, and held the chipped teacup in his hands, the ceramic warm against his palms despite the freezing air, a small, fragile anchor in a...

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