The Distant Metropolis

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The email from HR sat open on the screen, the cursor blinking against the white void like a metronome counting down to a verdict you had already signed for. You read it twice, the words refusing to coalesce into meaning, just a string of corporate pleasantries that tasted of copper and dust. You were Elias Thorne, forty-two, a mid-level actuary at a firm in the Loop, and your left hand was...

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