The Distant Cartograph
"You’re late again, Elias." The voice belonged to Dr. Aris, who stood in the doorway of the archive, his tie knotted with the precise, aggressive symmetry of a man who believed order was a moral virtue. Elias did not look up from the conservation table, where the parchment of the Distant Cartograph lay under a sheet of glass, its edges curling like dry leaves in a wind that only he could feel....
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