The Distant Cartograph
The morning light entered the archives of the Department of Antiquarian Records not as a gift but as a slow, grey invasion, seeping through the high, barred windows and settling upon the dust that lay thick and undisturbed over the ledgers, the maps, and the brittle spines of books that no living hand had touched in decades. Elias Thorne stood before the vast oak desk, which had once been the...
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