The Distant Cartograph

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The rain did not fall so much as it was pressed down from the sky, a heavy, grey hand smothering the glass windows of the St. Jude’s Orphanage. Inside, the air smelled of boiled cabbage and damp wool, a scent that had soaked into the marrow of ten-year-old Thomas Bradshaw. He stood by the long oak table, his small hands gripping a piece of charcoal, his knuckles white. Before him lay a sheet of...

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