The Distant Metropolis

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The air in the subterranean vaults of the City of Glass does not smell of dust, but of ozone and cold iron, a scent that settles into the hair and lingers like a bad decision. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two, a senior archivist whose hands have been stained by the residue of ten thousand crystalline memories. You want the Prime Shard, a relic rumored to hold the collective consciousness of the...

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