The Distant Metropolis

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The signature was missing, a stark white gap in the ink that looked less like an omission and more like a wound. Elias held the deed up to the window, where the afternoon light was thinning into a bruised purple, and watched the dust motes drift through the beam as if they were the only things in the room still moving. The paper was heavy, thick with the weight of twenty years of unpaid taxes...

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