The Distant Cartograph

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The ink was wet, a black pool spreading across the vellum like a bruise forming under the skin of the map. I had counted the hours since the last meal; four, five, perhaps six, though time in the cramped office at Merriweather & Sons had a way of stretching and snapping like old rubber. The air smelled of stale pipe tobacco and the sharp, chemical bite of formaldehyde, a scent that had long...

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