The Distant Metropolis

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The ink in the well was the color of old bruises, a deep, violet-black that seemed to absorb the weak afternoon light filtering through the high, barred windows of the Ministry of Records. Elias Thorne sat at his desk, a narrow sliver of oak that had been sanded smooth by a century of anxious hands, and watched the drop of ink hang in the quill’s nib, trembling before it fell. It was a small...

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