The Distant Metropolis

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The quill snapped against the parchment, a sound like a dry twig breaking in a silent forest, and Elara watched the ink pool spread across the final folio of the *Liber Vitae* like a dark, spreading bruise. She was thirty years old, and her hands, usually steady as a surgeon’s, trembled with a vibration that seemed to originate in the marrow of her bones. The scriptorium of the Abbey of St....

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