The Distant Cartograph

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The ink was dry. Elias held the ledger in his left hand. His right hand hovered, trembling slightly, over the page. The paper was thick. It smelled of iron and old dust. He had been waiting for this moment for three days. The rain tapped against the windowpane of his office in Manchester. It was a steady, rhythmic drumming. The sound of the city beyond was a low hum. The ledger was not just a...

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