The Distant Metropolis

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The ink is drying on the parchment, a slow, viscous bleeding into the vellum that mirrors the slow decay of your own mind. You are in the scriptorium, the air thick with the smell of oak gall and iron, a scent that has become indistinguishable from the scent of your sister’s breath, that same sweet, metallic tang that preceded her final exhalation. You are not writing for the Lord, nor for the...

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