The Distant Cartograph

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The ledger was cold in Elias’s hands, its spine cracked like an old knuckle. He held it by the edges, trying not to touch the pages, where the ink had begun to bleed into the paper. The basement of the Municipal Archives smelled of damp concrete and something else, something sweet and sharp that clung to the back of his throat. It was the smell of burnt sugar. He had ignored it for weeks,...

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