The Distant Metropolis

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The train to the capital shuddered through the mist, a steel beast groaning against the tracks, and Elias Thorne clutched the cracked compass in his pocket as if it were a live coal, its low, persistent hum vibrating against his thigh like a second, arrhythmic heartbeat. He was thirty-four, a mid-level clerk in the Department of Internal Records, and he had left his family estate in the...

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