The Distant Cartograph

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The pen tip caught on the fiber of the paper, a tiny, jagged snag that made Elias Thorne’s hand jerk. He stared at the smudge of ink bleeding into the grain of the survey form, his breath shallow and quick. The kitchen smelled of wet wool and old coffee, a damp, stagnant scent that clung to the back of his throat. Across the table, Silas sat with his hands folded on the tablecloth, his knuckles...

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