The Distant Cartograph

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The rain did not fall. It hung. A suspended gray curtain. The air in the bunker was thick, tasting of wet wool and ozone. Elias sat on the metal cot, his hands resting on his knees. They were still. Too still. He was a man who had moved through the world with a predator’s economy, saving his energy for the kill, for the command, for the moment the trigger was pulled. Now, there was only the hum...

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