The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The frost bit into the windowpane. I pressed my forehead against the cold glass. Outside, the city slept under a blanket of grey. Inside, the silence was heavy. It smelled of old paper and stale coffee. I am a cartographer. I map what is there. I do not map what is not. My name is Elias Thorne. I worked for the Ministry of Urban Infrastructure. We were the keepers of the grid. The lines on the...

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