The Distant Metropolis

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The rust-colored sap oozed from the brickwork with a wet, sucking sound that Elias Thorne had learned to ignore, though the viscosity of it clinging to his knuckles like cold honey remained a tactile affront to his sensibilities. He scrubbed his hands against the rough wool of his trousers, the friction raising a heat in his palms that did nothing to lift the stain, which spread across the skin...

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