The Distant Metropolis

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The ink did not dry, it settled, a viscous black sludge that pooled in the microscopic valleys of the parchment, a substance that seemed to possess its own gravitational pull, a gravity that tugged at the very marrow of Elara’s bones as she hunched over the oak table in the center of the workshop, the air thick with the scent of crushed walnut husks and the metallic tang of dried blood, which...

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