The Distant Metropolis

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The air in the archive room was thick with the dust of centuries, a suspended galaxy of gray motes that drifted in the single shaft of light piercing the high, narrow window. I sat at the long oak table, the surface worn smooth by the elbows of inquisitors and judges who had passed before me, their names carved into the wood like scars. My hands, spotted with the early maples of age, rested...

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