The Distant Cartograph
"Do you think anyone actually reads them?" The question hung in the air, dry and brittle, suspended between the hum of the server racks and the stale scent of burnt coffee that clung to the walls of the basement archive. I didn’t look up from the terminal. My fingers, stiff and cracked from the cold that seemed to permeate the concrete floor no matter how high I turned the heater, continued...
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