The Distant Cartograph

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The rain against the windowpane of the archive did not sound like water; it sounded like a thousand small, desperate fingers tapping for entry, a rhythmic insistent percussion that seemed to vibrate through the very marrow of Elias Thorne’s bones. He sat hunched over the desk, the yellowed pages of a municipal census from 1894 spread before him, the ink faded to a ghostly brown, the names...

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