The Distant Metropolis

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The iron key in your pocket cuts a groove into your thigh, a cold, rusted bite that you have long since mistaken for the pulse of your own heart. You are Elias Vane, thirty years old, though the face in the cracked mirror of the mine office looks older, etched with the black dust of Oakhaven and the hollows of a man who has not slept properly since the turn of the century. You need the lease....

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