The Distant Metropolis
"The ledger is balanced. The debt is absolute." Silas Vane did not look up from the parchment. His quill, a slender thing of black bone, scraped against the vellum with a sound like dry leaves skittering over gravel. In the room, which was not quite a room but a hollowed-out space within the logic of the city, the air tasted of iron and old ink. The City of Aethelgard did not sit upon the...
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