The Distant Metropolis
Elias, you are wasting the light. The voice did not come from the air, but from the glass case that held the *Codex Sancti*, a low vibration that seemed to travel up through the oak desk and into the bones of your wrists. You are Elias, a forty-year-old archivist, and you have twelve days left to complete the restoration before the winter solstice, a deadline set by Abbot Thorne to secure your...
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