The Distant Cartograph

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The dream was always the same. It was a kitchen made of salt and bone, where the air tasted of copper pennies and old rain. In the dream, Elias stood at a counter that stretched into infinity, his hands covered in a thick, white paste. He was not cooking. He was kneading. The substance was alive, pulsing with a faint, arterial rhythm. He knew, with the absolute certainty of a sleeper, that if...

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