The Distant Cartograph

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The cellar of the Whitmore estate smelled of damp rot and old paper, a scent that clung to the back of Elias Thorne’s throat like a physical weight. He had spent three years chasing the ghost of his father’s madness, a trail of ink-stained fingers and whispered coordinates that led him, inevitably, to this subterranean vault. The air was thick, stagnant, pressing against his lungs with a...

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