The Distant Metropolis

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The fog in Oakhaven did not roll in; it sat, a heavy, damp woolen blanket pressed against the windows of the surveyor’s cottage, muffling the sound of the wind until the silence was so profound that Elias Thorne could hear the tick of his own watch, a mechanical heartbeat that seemed to grow louder with every passing minute. He stood at the edge of the central square, his brass theodolite cold...

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