The Distant Cartograph

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The letter lay on the steel desk, the paper thin as onion skin, the ink black and final. Elias Thorne read it twice, the words blurring under the fluorescent hum of the station office. It was a notification of audit, a dry, bureaucratic threat that his unit’s recent surge in undocumented crossings had been flagged for negligence. He was forty-two, with knees that clicked like rusty hinges when...

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