The Distant Cartograph

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The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed a relentless, mechanical rhythm against the slate roof of the archive, a sound that Elias Thorne had come to associate with the grinding of gears in a machine that was slowly tearing itself apart. He sat at his desk, the wood worn smooth by generations of hands that had held quills and pencils, but his own fingers were bare. They trembled...

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