The Distant Cartograph
The rain had been falling on the property of the Alderman estate for three days, a steady, gray curtain that turned the manicured lawns into a bog of sucking mud. Inside the house, the air was thick with the scent of wet wool and the low, electrical hum of the servers in the basement. Elias sat in the corner of his bedroom, his knees drawn up to his chest, listening to the water drip from the...
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