The Distant Cartograph

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The jar sat on the counter. Glass. Thick. Heavy. Inside, the paste was gray. It looked like wet cement. It looked like ash. Elias stood before it. He was ten. He held his breath. The smell hit him. Metallic. Sweet. Rancid. He knew what it was. Everyone in the house knew. The Map. Not a map of land. A map of time. His father, Dr. Aris Thorne, had made it. The doctor was gone now. Dead. Three...

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