The Distant Metropolis

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The hand of the steering wheel was slick with sweat, and Elias Thorne gripped it so hard the knuckles turned the color of old bone as he navigated the potholed gravel road that wound up toward the Vance estate, the federal seal on his badge feeling less like authority and more like a lead weight in his breast pocket. He was fifty-two years old, a federal marshal with twenty-eight years of...

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