The Distant Metropolis

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The bottle was heavy, a thick glass cylinder filled with amber liquid that caught the dim light of the supply shed. I held it up to the window, where the snow was piling against the glass in thick, silent drifts, and watched the way the liquid swirled, clear and expensive, in a place where we couldn't even afford enough heating oil to keep the boiler running. I was Elias Thorne, forty-two years...

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