The Distant Metropolis

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The ink was wet. It sat on the ledger page like a dark, wet eye, staring back at you as you tried to blot it with a rag that only smeared the stain further. You were Elias, junior inquisitor of Oakhaven, and the smudge was a mirror of the error you hunted in others: a flaw in judgment that you could not clean away. You wanted the promotion. You wanted the seal of Magistrate Vane pressed onto...

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