The Distant Cartograph

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The pen felt too heavy in Elias Thorne’s hand, the brass cap cold against his thumb as he clicked it shut. It was a Tuesday, rainy and gray, the kind of weather that made the Ministry’s limestone facade look like a bruise. He was packing his desk, moving the stacks of index cards into a cardboard box with the precision of a man defusing a bomb. His want was simple, specific, and already...

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