The Distant Metropolis

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The oak tree in the center of the Whitehall courtyard shed its leaves in a slow, rust-colored rain, a natural cycle that Elias Thorne watched with the detached precision of a man calculating actuarial tables. It was October of 1893, and the air in the Ministry of Finance was thick with the scent of coal smoke and the metallic tang of impending judgment. Elias, a thirty-four-year-old court...

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