The Distant Metropolis

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The smell hit you before the sound did, a thick, cloying scent of damp wool and old varnish that seemed to seep up through the floorboards of the Ministry of Records, settling into the pores of your skin like a fine, gritty dust. Elias, you thought, and the name hung in the air, heavy and accusatory, as Minister Vane’s voice cut through the silence of the archive room. You were forty-two years...

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