The Distant Metropolis

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The paper was thin, the kind that tore if you breathed on it, and it smelled of the damp wool Elara had worn to her hearing. She held it up to the single electric bulb in the staff dormitory, her fingers trembling not from cold, but from the sudden, hollow weight of the signature at the bottom. *Suspended pending review. Access revoked.* There was no name, only the seal of the Royal Sanatorium,...

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