The Distant Cartograph

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The hand was in the jar. It sat on the table. Glass thick as ice. The fingers were pale. The thumb was broken. Elias stared. He did not blink. The dust motes danced in the shaft of light. They hit the glass. They hit the skin. He was a prisoner. Not of chains. Of the house. The walls were high. The roof was thatched. The air smelled of wet wool and old fear. Outside, the rain fell. It tapped on...

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