The Distant Cartograph

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The smell of the shop was not just the scent of roasted beans and burnt sugar, but a thick, cloying veil of history that pressed against the back of Elias Thorne’s throat like a wet woolen cloth, a heavy, sweet rot that he had mistaken for comfort for thirty years. He stood behind the counter, his hands stained permanently amber, the skin around his knuckles cracked and peeling like old bark,...

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