The Distant Cartograph

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The hall smelled of wet wool and burnt sugar. It was a scent that clung to the back of the throat, thick and cloying, a physical weight in the air. The annual gala of the St. Jude’s Charity Society was in full swing, a cacophony of silverware clinking against porcelain and laughter that echoed off the high, vaulted ceilings. Margaret stood by the pillar, her hands folded tightly in her lap,...

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