The Distant Metropolis

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The quill in my hand trembled not from the cold that seeped through the floorboards of the Abbey of Saint Jude, but from the weight of the ink, which had begun to move of its own accord, crawling across the parchment like a living vein, and I watched it with a detachment that felt less like fear and more like the numbness of a limb cut off from the body. It was the winter of the year 1240, and...

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