The Distant Cartograph
The rain has not stopped for three days, a persistent, grey curtain that blurs the boundaries between the sterile white walls of the department and the world outside, and you stand before the heavy oak door of the Director’s office, your hand resting lightly on the cold brass handle, feeling the vibration of the ventilation system humming through the metal, a low-frequency thrum that resonates...
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