The Distant Metropolis

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The envelope was heavier than it had any right to be, a slab of cream-colored paper that felt less like mail and more like a brick wrapped in silk. Elias held it in his left hand, the thumb pressing into the flap where the seal had dried stiff, while his right hand gripped the handle of the mailbag that hung low against his hip, dragging with the weight of forty years of service and three days...

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