The Distant Metropolis
The blueprints were rolled tight as a cigar, the paper brittle and dry against the palm, and Elias Thorne held them against the glass of his office window, watching the morning light scatter through the dust motes that danced in the air like suspended ash. He was forty-two, a structural engineer for Halloway & Sons, and the city of Chicago sprawled out below him, a grid of steel and glass that...
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