The Distant Metropolis

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The black crow landed on the shoulder of the coat Elias wore, a weight so sudden and specific that it buckled his knees. He did not look up. He knew, with the cold certainty of a man who has spent thirty years cataloguing the past, that he was looking at a feather. The journal lay open on the desk, the ink still wet in the final entry dated three days prior, describing the exact moment the bird...

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