The Distant Cartograph

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The cough was wet, a heavy thing that settled in the base of Elias Thorne’s lungs and refused to leave. He sat at his desk in the Ministry of Infrastructure, the fluorescent lights humming a low, indifferent drone above him, and stared at the crumbling plaster of the Royal Palace’s eastern wing. It was October. The budget cuts would arrive in November, and if the cataloging was not complete,...

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