The Distant Cartograph

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The air in the faculty lounge smelled of burnt paper and stale coffee, a scent that had become so intimately woven into the fabric of Arthur Penhaligon’s consciousness that he could no longer distinguish it from the smell of his own aging skin. He sat rigid in the corner booth, the leather seat groaning softly under the weight of his slight, stooped frame, while across from him, Dr. Elias...

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