The Distant Cartograph

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The fire started in the boiler room of the Sterling Foundry, a place where the air was so thick with sulfur and iron dust that it felt like breathing through a wet wool blanket. Elias Thorne was on the night shift, a position he held not by choice but by the desperate arithmetic of his poverty. He was a man who had crossed the Atlantic with nothing but a letter of introduction that had turned...

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