The Distant Cartograph

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The fern was dead. It sat on my desk, brown and brittle, trapped under a heavy glass dome. I touched the leaves. They crumbled. Dust. Just dust. "You look like hell, Jack." I didn't look up. I kept brushing the debris off my shirt. "Thanks, Silas." He leaned against the doorframe. Arms crossed. He looked tired. We all looked tired. The office was a gray box. Fluorescent lights hummed. A low,...

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