The Maker of Maps

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The Maker of Maps

London swallowed him whole. Arthur Song stepped from the stagecoach onto Fleet Street with his leather satchel pressed against his chest like a shield, or perhaps like a child he carried to safety. The fog clung to his wool coat, damp and yellowed, the colour of old parchment. He was five feet and four inches of slight frame, with the narrow eyes and high cheekbones that marked him as something...

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