The Distant Cartograph
The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray sheet that turned the gravel drive of the Ashworth Estate into a slurry of mud and broken leaves, and Elara Vance stood before the heavy oak doors of the archive, her key trembling slightly in her hand as she checked the time, knowing that Julian had given her until midnight to finish the preliminary cataloging of the textile...
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