The Distant Metropolis

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The file is gone." The clerk’s voice was thin, stripped of any administrative warmth, hanging in the air of the county office like a dust mote caught in a shaft of grey winter light. Elias Thorne did not look at the man’s face. He looked at the linoleum floor, at the scuff marks where his own boots had dragged, and at the small, square hole in the center of the file folder where a page had once...

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