The Distant Metropolis

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The letter lay on the table, its ink still wet, smelling faintly of iron and damp wool. Elias Vane read it twice, his fingers trembling not from cold, but from the sheer, crushing weight of the debt printed in the margin. Three hundred crowns. That was the price of Mara’s life, or at least the next six months of it, and the city of Ostrava, with its fog-choked alleys and soot-stained spires,...

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