The Distant Metropolis

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The brass gear was cold under his thumb, colder than the stone floor of the workshop, and Elias Thorne knew with a certainty that felt like a physical blow that he had already failed. “You are late, Master Thorne.” The voice belonged to Silas, the Queen’s physician, who stood in the doorway with a ledger tucked under his arm and eyes that missed nothing, not the dust on the workbench, not the...

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