The Distant Metropolis

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The rain had stopped, but the air on the platform at Greyfriars Station still held the cold, metallic taste of the storm, a lingering chill that Elias Thorne felt settling into the joints of his knees as he watched the tail lights of the 8:15 to London vanish into the grey morning. He stood with his hands in the pockets of his wool coat, the fabric coarse and damp against his palms, aware of...

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