The Faded Quadrant
London, 1987. The fog had been clinging to the Thames for three days, thick as wool and tasting of iron. Beatrice Ashworth sat at her drafting table in a Bloomsbury garret, surrounded by the detritus of a life spent measuring things that refused to be measured.She was a surveyor by training, trained at the Guildhall School of Geomatics in the early seventies when women were still considered...
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