The Distant Cartograph

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The train hissed, a long, dying exhale. It settled on the tracks like a beast that had finally run out of steam. Elias stood on the platform, his hand gripping the iron railing. His knuckles were white. The air smelled of coal smoke and wet wool. It was a smell he had tried to scrub from his clothes for ten years. It had not gone away. Beside him stood a man. He was small. He wore a coat that...

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