The Distant Cartograph
The needle pierces the wool with a sound like a small, sharp gasp, and you pull the thread through the lining of the charcoal coat, your hands moving with the mechanical precision of a man who has spent twenty years hiding his soul inside the seams of other people’s dignity. You are Elias, forty-two, a tailor in a cramped shop on the West Side of Chicago, and you want to finish this bespoke...
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