The Distant Metropolis

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The bellman’s heavy voice cut through the smell of brass filings and stale coffee, calling my name with a contempt that tasted like iron on the tongue. Elias Thorne, they said, as if the name were a stain on the Guild’s pristine ledger, a foreigner’s trick in a town that prided itself on the purity of its timekeeping. I stood before the great cathedral clock, its face looming like a pale,...

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