The Distant Cartograph
The wool was damp. Elias Thorne held the bundle in his hands, feeling the cold seep through the thin fabric of his gloves, a chill that had nothing to do with the basement temperature and everything to do with the weight of the thing itself. It was a square of undyed fleece, matted and gray, pulled from a box labeled "Miscellaneous Textiles, 1974-1981." The air in the sub-basement archive was...
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