The Distant Garden

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The map lay in Elias’s palm, the skin of it warm and slick, like the inside of a cheek. He held it up to the grey light of the kitchen window, where the rain hammered against the glass in a steady, rhythmic thrum that made the linoleum floor vibrate. It was not paper. It was a thin sheet of dried skin, stretched tight over the bones of a drawing that moved when his eyes slipped away. The ink...

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