The Distant Cartograph

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The glass was cold and gritty under Elias’s thumb. He rubbed the crack with a rag that had once been white, now the color of old mud, trying to make the fracture disappear. It did not. The compass sat on the table, a circle of brass and broken glass, the needle frozen at a jagged angle. His father had left it to him three months ago, after the fever took him, and Elias had been told it was the...

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