The Distant Metropolis
The ledger weighed three pounds and four ounces, a fact Elias had verified twice on the brass scale in the Master’s office, the needle trembling slightly before settling on the mark. He counted the hours remaining until dawn, seven in total, a span of time that felt both impossibly long and insufficiently short for the task at hand. The High Court of St. Jude’s, a sprawling Victorian complex of...
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