The Distant Metropolis

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The parchment lay on the oak desk, the ink still wet, smelling of iron gall and the damp earth that had soaked through the castle walls for three days straight. It was a list, of course, because everything in the household of Lord Ashworth was reduced to a list, a ledger of debts and duties that bound the living to the dead. Elias read the third line twice, his finger tracing the indented...

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