The Distant Cartograph
The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, grey sheet that blurred the edges of the town and turned the cobblestones of High Street into slick, dark mirrors reflecting the dull, unyielding sky, and within the cramped, wood-paneled office of the Municipal Assessment Bureau, Arthur Penhaligon sat hunched over a desk so cluttered with yellowed ledgers and faded maps that he seemed less...
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