The Distant Metropolis
You are standing on the edge of the precipice, where the stone gives way to a void so deep it seems to swallow the light, and you are holding the ledger, that heavy, leather-bound book of accounts that has been the entirety of your professional existence for the last thirty years, and you feel the weight of it in your hands, not as a burden of paper and ink, but as a physical anchor dragging...
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