The Distant Metropolis
"You’re out of your depth, Elias. Put the book down." Sheriff Miller’s voice was not loud, but it carried the specific, grinding weight of a man who had carried his badge for thirty years and intended to keep carrying it until the ground gave way beneath him. I stood in the center of his office, the oak desk between us like a barricade, and held the Mayor’s antique ledger at my side. It was a...
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