The Distant Metropolis

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The brass buttons were cold. Elias Thorne held them in his palm, rubbing the metal against his thumb until the friction generated a faint, oily heat that did not reach the core of the sphere. He sat on the edge of his cot in the garrison room, the linoleum floor sticky with damp, the air thick with the smell of wet wool and old pipe tobacco. Outside, the fog pressed against the windowpanes, a...

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