The Distant Metropolis
You’re missing the index card, Elias. The one for the 1894 drainage survey. It’s not in the tray, and it isn’t in the drawer. It’s in the dirt, I suppose, or it’s gone. Or you’ve dropped it. Or you’ve forgotten it ever existed, which is a sin I have little patience for in a man who holds a junior title and dreams of a tenure track. The voice belonged to Mr. Halloway, the Department Head, a man...
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