The Distant Cartograph

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The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent and grey veil that turned the cobblestones of the old university district into slick, black mirrors reflecting the dull, unyielding sky above. Elias Thorne sat in his office, a small, windowless room on the fourth floor of the administrative annex, a place that smelled of damp wool, stale tea, and the particular, dry scent of aging paper. He...

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