The Distant Metropolis

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The silver compass lay in Elias Thorne’s palm, its needle trembling not toward north, but toward the heavy oak door of Colonel Vane’s office, a metallic shiver that matched the low, subsonic thrumming vibrating in Elias’s molars. He held the object tight, the cold metal biting into his calloused skin, as the smell of stale pipe tobacco and damp wool drifted from behind the door, a scent that...

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