The Distant Metropolis

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The air in the archives always tasted of copper and old dust, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat and settled into the creases of my skin. I had been cataloging the vellum scrolls for three weeks, my fingers stained with the iron gall ink that seemed to seep into my very marrow, and I could feel the boundary of the room shrinking around me, a physical pressure that matched the...

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