The Distant Metropolis

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The wine had turned to vinegar in the bottom of the glass, a sour, metallic tang that coated the back of Elias Thorne’s throat, and he watched the liquid tremble in the bowl, mirroring the precise, rhythmic spasm of his own left hand as it hovered over the final page of the winter ledger. "You are shaking, Elias," Julian said, his voice smooth as oiled leather, lacking the heat of anger but...

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