The Distant Cartograph

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The rain had not stopped. It was a thin, persistent mist that clung to the glass of the archive windows, blurring the world outside into a grey smear. I sat at my desk. The fluorescent light buzzed. It was a low, electric hum. A sound like a dying bee. I stared at the document in front of me. Case file 409. The ink was black. The paper was yellow. It smelled of dust and old fear. I am a man who...

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