The Distant Cartograph

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The coffee was cold. It had been sitting on the desk for four hours, a dark, viscous pool that smelled of burnt sugar. Elias stared at the rim, watching a single drop form and fall, splashing into the puddle with a tiny, violent hiss. "You’re blocking the scanner, Elias." Mr. Thorne stood in the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest. He wore a suit that had been ironed too tightly, the...

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