The Distant Metropolis

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You say you can’t read it, but you’ve been staring at it for three days. The ink in the well was black, the kind of black that seemed to drink the light from the small, barred window of the scribe’s office. Elias, forty years old and bent like a question mark, dipped his pen. The paper was rough, cheap stock, but the ink did not bleed. It sat there, sharp and permanent, a dark stain that...

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