The Distant Cartograph
The window cracked. Not with a bang. With a sigh. A long, brittle exhalation that split the glass from corner to corner. It was a spiderweb of white lines over the dark pane. Outside, the city hummed. Inside, silence. Elias stood in the center of the room. He did not move. He watched the fracture spread. One line. Then two. Then a dozen. The cold air rushed in. It smelled of wet asphalt and old...
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