The Distant Metropolis

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Act I The ink was still wet on the receipt when the fog swallowed the ferry. I stood at the edge of the mid-river crossing, my hands trembling not from the cold but from the weight of the hide map I clutched against my chest. It was a map of the bog roads, painted in ochre and ash, and it was the only proof that the clan had paid for the bronze. I had spent my dowry on a doctor, on leeches, on...

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