The Distant Cartograph

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The map is dead, Elias." Halloway’s voice was flat, a dry rasp that scraped against the silence of the office. "It has no soul." I looked at the draft on the desk. It was precise. Every line was straight, every intersection clean, every scale accurate to the centimeter. I had spent three weeks on it. The ink was still wet, smelling of iron and chemical sharpness. My hands were trembling. Not...

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