The Distant Metropolis

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The rain had been falling for three days, a steady, gray curtain that turned the cobblestones of the garrison courtyard into a slick, treacherous mirror, and Elias Thorne stood by the window of his barracks, counting the hours until the morning muster, each tick of the wall clock a small, metallic hammer blow against the damp silence. He was thirty years old, a sergeant in the Royal Border...

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