The Distant Metropolis

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The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended grey curtain that turned the northern border into a watercolor of mud and iron, and you stood at the edge of the fog with your hand resting on the cold steel of your sidearm, feeling the familiar, creeping ache in your left knee that had become as much a part of your body as your own pulse. You were forty-two years old, Elias Thorne, and...

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