The Distant Metropolis

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The ink was still wet when you first saw it, a shimmering black smear on the parchment that defied the dryness of the air. You held your breath, the heavy leather of your satchel pressing against your shoulder, and watched as the letters began to bleed into one another, not fading, but twisting. It was a map, or it had been intended to be a map, but the geography was wrong. The rivers ran...

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