The Wistful Skyline

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The bread is rising. You can hear it, a faint, wet expansion in the clay jar, a sound like the slow exhalation of a sleeping animal. It is the only sound in the room, beneath the wind that scrapes against the windowpanes of the magistrate’s office. You are not a magistrate. You are the archivist, the keeper of records, the man who knows the weight of a grain of wheat and the price of a loaf....

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