The Distant Cartograph

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The watch was cracked. It lay on the steel desk. The glass face was fractured. A web of silver lines spidered out from the center. It was a precision instrument. It did not tick. It was still. The room was dark. Only the desk lamp burned. It cast a yellow cone of light. The rest was shadow. The air was cold. It smelled of ozone and old paper. Elias sat in the chair. He was a large man. His...

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