The Distant Metropolis
The leather of the Ledger of Names was warm, a specific, unsettling heat that seeped through the calluses of Elias’s right thumb as he gripped the spine. He sat in the back of the Ministry’s requisition truck, the suspension groaning under the weight of surveying equipment and his own trembling body, while the borderlands blurred past in a smear of brown earth and grey sky. He needed to finish...
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