The Distant Cartograph

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The brass clasp of the locket was warm against Elara’s thumb, a heat that seemed to radiate from the silver itself rather than from the damp air of the archive. She stood in the corridor of the municipal records office, the fluorescent lights buzzing a low, sick note that vibrated in her molars, and held the object up to the light. It was a small, oval thing, tarnished at the edges, its surface...

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