The Distant Metropolis

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The grease on the gate was old, a black smear that stuck to Elias Thorne’s thumb as he wiped it with a rag that had long since lost its utility, turning from white to a muddy gray that shed fibers onto the rusted iron. He was forty-two, three days from a pension that had been promised to him since he joined the force, and he needed one clean apprehension to make the paperwork look clean, a...

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