The Distant Cartograph

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The memorandum lay on the desk, the red stamp of rejection bleeding into the heavy cream paper like a wound that would not close. Elias Thorne stared at the words, *Rejected for Irrelevance*, his thumb tracing the embossed ink until the skin turned white. He was thirty-two years old, a junior surveyor with twelve years of service, and he had just been told that his career was a mistake of...

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