The Distant Metropolis

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Thorne. The name was spoken by the housekeeper, a sharp, clipped syllable that cut through the heavy silence of the bedroom, shattering the dream where the white stag had stood trapped behind the glass of the library window, its breath fogging the pane in the freezing dark. Elias Thorne sat up, the sheets twisting around his legs, the cold draft still clinging to his skin like a wet woolen...

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