The Distant Metropolis
The ledger required one hundred and forty-four entries, each to be verified against the corresponding invoice, a task that consumed the better part of a Tuesday morning before the first tremor seized Arthur’s hand. He counted the hours in the way a man counts coins, noting the weight of the minutes as they slipped through his fingers, aware that every second spent in the clerk’s office was a...
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