The Distant Cartograph

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The coughing fit took me by the throat in the basement archives, a racking spasm that bent me double over the damp stone floor. I tasted iron, the metallic tang of blood mixing with the chalky dust of the decaying manuscripts I was cataloging. It was November of 1912, and I was thirty years old, a junior archivist at the St. Jude’s Municipal Hospital, desperate for the permanent post that would...

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