The Distant Cartograph

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The road was wet. It rained in the city. It rained on the maps. I carried the case. It was heavy. The brass was warm. My name is Elias. I am old. My hands shake. But the hands do not matter. The case matters. I walked for three days. The city was gray. The stones were slick. I sought the tower. I sought the door. I am a cartographer. I draw the lines. I name the hills. I measure the deep. But I...

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