The Distant Metropolis

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The ink in the well was rising. I watched it creep up the glass, a slow, black tide defying the gravity that held my pen in its cradle, while I tried to steady my hand on the ledger. The date was October 14th, and the tenure committee’s deadline was three days away, a fact that sat in my chest like a stone I could not swallow. I was Elias Thorne, the town’s sole archivist, a man who had spent...

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