The Distant Cartograph

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The rain fell on the asphalt of the precinct courtyard. It was cold. It was sharp. Thomas Vane stood by the entrance. He wore his coat. The rain soaked the wool. It felt heavy. It felt like lead. He held the box. It was small. It was blue. It was ceramic. Inside lay the shard. The map. The fragment. Thomas walked inside. The floor was wet. His boots clicked. The sound echoed. It was a hollow...

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