The Distant Metropolis

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The invoice for the mortar and pestle lay on the stone table, its ink smudged where your thumb had rested too long, the total for the obsidian bowl absurdly high for a man who had not received a wage in three weeks. You signed it with a hand that trembled less than it had the morning before, the pen scratching a sharp, bureaucratic finality into the paper while the air in the cellar grew thick...

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