The Distant Metropolis

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The first drop of blood did not fall so much as it bloomed, a dark, viscous star spreading across the brittle, yellowed edge of the 1943 municipal water report. Elias Thorne stared at the stain, his breath hitching in a chest that felt less like a cage of ribs and more like a cracked bellows, and he realized with a cold, detached clarity that the ink he had been using for the last three weeks...

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