The Distant Cartograph

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The tea was cold. It sat in the blue porcelain cup, a dark, stagnant pool. Thomas watched it. He was seven. The clock on the wall ticked. Tick. Tock. Tick. The sound was loud. It was a mechanical heartbeat. It filled the room. It filled the house. It filled his head. He held the cup with both hands. The handle was warm. Then it was not. He let it go. The cup clattered against the saucer. A thin...

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