The Distant Cartograph

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The first thing I noticed was the smell of ozone and wet wool, a scent that clung to the air of the Ministry’s lower archives like a stubborn ghost. I was not meant to be there, nor was I meant to have the document in my hand, but the institution had a way of making its servants invisible until they were no longer useful. My name is Elias Thorne, and for twenty years I have been the keeper of...

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