The Distant Cartograph
The resignation letter lay on the steel desk, the paper thin and yellowing at the edges where Elias’s thumb had rubbed it for hours. It was a simple form, mostly blank, waiting for a signature that would end twenty years of service and secure a pension he had bled for. Outside, the rain hammered against the single pane of glass, a rhythmic, dull thumping that masked the silence inside the...
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