The Distant Metropolis

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The ledger sat in Arthur Vane’s hands, heavy as a brick of wet clay, its leather cover worn smooth by the friction of twenty years of service. The ink on the page before him was not black, but a shifting, bruised violet that deepened in the corners as his pulse quickened, a domestic anomaly he had learned to accept as fact, much like the creak of the floorboards in his flat or the way the...

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