The Distant Cartograph

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The rain in Cumberledge did not wash things clean. It merely made the grime slicker. It turned the soot into a black paste that clung to the wool of coats and the brims of hats. Elias Thorne stood before the great clock tower of the Municipal Hall, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts. He was a man made of angles and shadows, his face gaunt, his eyes deep-set pits of exhaustion. He held a...

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