The Distant Metropolis

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The ink is drying on the page as I write this, the quill scratching against the parchment with a sound like dry leaves dragging over stone, yet my hand does not move as fast as my mind does, and I find that the shadow cast by the candle flickers in a rhythm that is entirely my own, a slow, deliberate pulse that seems to mock the frantic beating of my heart. I am Thomas Bradshaw, thirty-five...

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