The Distant Metropolis
The cursor blinked in the white void of the document, a rhythmic pulse that seemed to count down the seconds until Elias Thorne’s sabbatical ended. He stared at the line of text he had typed thirty minutes prior, a complex syntactic derivation on recursive embedding structures, but the word *therefore* had been replaced by *nevertheless*, and the subsequent clause had inverted itself into a...
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