The Distant Metropolis

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The ledger held three hundred and twelve hours of service, each entry scratched in ink that had long since faded to a bruised purple. You counted them again, the numbers blurring in the dim light of the barracks, your fingers tracing the rough grain of the paper as if it were the skin of a dying thing. You were Silas Vane, forty-two years old, and your knees ached with a persistent, grinding...

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