The Distant Cartograph

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The lamp in the archive was a sickly yellow, buzzing with a low, electrical hum that seemed to vibrate in the teeth. Arthur Vane stood before the large oak desk, his hands trembling slightly as he adjusted the brass calipers, the metal cold against his skin. He was forty years old, a senior cartographer, and in this moment, he was the last man standing in a room that was being systematically...

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