The Distant Metropolis

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"You're sure the sensor is just drifting?" Mara asked, her voice tight, cutting through the low hum of the checkpoint’s ventilation system. Elias Thorne did not look up from the logbook. The paper was yellowing at the edges, the ink faded where the sun had beaten through the high, narrow windows for twenty-two years. "The grid has been jittery since the thaw," he said, his voice a dry rasp that...

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