The Distant Metropolis

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The wool was warm. Elias Thorne held the collar against his palm, feeling the heat radiate from the fur, a temperature that should not have existed in the damp stone cellar where the air tasted of mildew and old rot. He had brought the cloak down from the bedroom, intending to bundle it for the market, but the weight of it had stopped him. It was not merely heavy; it was dense, as if the fibers...

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