The Distant Metropolis

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Chapter One Do you remember the weight of a debt before you sign the paper? I asked myself that on the morning the ferry left the slip. I was forty years old, and my hands had begun to shake when I held the quill. It was not a tremor of age, not yet. It was a tremor of fear. The ink in the well was black and thick, refusing to dry on the vellum. I had been a scribe for twenty-two years. I knew...

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