The Distant Metropolis

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The glass stopper resisted, and Elias Thorne’s knuckles whitened around the neck of the bottle before the cork finally gave way with a soft, wet pop. He did not look up from the workbench, where the light from the single gas jet cut a sharp, yellow wedge through the dust motes dancing in the cold air. Outside, the ironworks were hammering their relentless rhythm into the night, a sound that had...

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