The Distant Metropolis
The winter of 1912 hung heavy over the industrial sprawl of Oakhaven, a thick, gray blanket of fog that seemed to seep into the very bones of the city. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood in the center of the officer’s ball, a space of polished mahogany and chandelier light that felt alien and hostile to him. He was thirty-four years old, a man who had spent the last decade ensuring order in a city...
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