The Distant Cartograph

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The brass case was warm in Elias’s palm, a weight that felt less like metal and more like a living thing, pulsing with a faint, rhythmic heat that defied the chill of the November morning. He stood in the center of his study, the room stripped of its familiar comfort, the walls bare where maps had once hung in intricate grids of ink and paper. Outside, the fog pressed against the windows, a...

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