The Distant Cartograph

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The rain against the window of the archive room was a rhythmic, percussive tapping, a digital code that I could not quite decipher, though I had spent the last three days trying to find the grammar of it. I sat behind the mahogany desk, the wood polished to a mirror shine by decades of anxious hands, and I watched a single dust mote dance in the beam of the desk lamp. It was a small, frantic...

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