The Distant Metropolis

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The rain in Oakhaven did not wash things clean; it merely made the grime slicker, turning the cobblestones into dark mirrors that reflected the soot of the new steel mill rising on the eastern ridge. Elias Thorne stood at the window of the municipal archive, watching the water streak down the glass, his hand resting on the spine of the Great Ledger, a leather-bound volume of municipal records...

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