The Distant Metropolis

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The ledger showed that Elias had burned fourteen candles in the last three days, a cost of six shillings that the King’s treasury would never reimburse. He counted the hours by the slant of light through the high, narrow windows of the archive, a light that grew thinner and more yellow as his lungs grew heavier. He was thirty years old, a scribe of the third rank, and his ambition was a...

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