The Distant Metropolis

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Dad, please stop talking about the beams before I lose my mind. Clara’s voice was sharp, cutting through the thin air of the flat like a wire snapping. Elias Thorne did not look up from the drafting table. He was tracing a line, a single, unbroken curve that seemed to hold the weight of the entire building in its tension. He was fifty-two, though he looked older, his face a map of deep lines...

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