The Distant Cartograph

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The train cut through the grey mist of the English Midlands like a blade through silk. Elias Thorne sat in the corner of the carriage, his knees pressed against the seat before him. He wore a coat of heavy wool, dyed a deep, bruised purple. It was not his color. It was his father’s. The fabric had worn thin at the elbows, softening into a haze that clung to his skin like a second shadow. He did...

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