The Distant Metropolis

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The radio crackled, a sound like gravel being ground between two molars, and Elias Thorne did not open his eyes. He lay in the narrow cot of the border station, the mattress springs singing a low, discordant note against the frame, and he waited for the dream to fade, but it did not. The bruise was already there, a dark, swollen knot on his left jaw, hot to the touch and throbbing in time with...

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