The Distant Metropolis

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The steward’s voice had not yet fully faded from the stone walls when I opened the ledger, and the ink was already moving, a slow, black weeping that defied the dryness of the parchment. I am Thomas Bradshaw, constable of the manor, and I have spent thirty years in this damp house trying to keep the accounts straight, yet the pages bleed a name I have buried for a decade: my brother, Edward....

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