The Distant Cartograph

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The grand ballroom of the Ashworth Estate was a cathedral of light, suspended in the amber glow of a thousand gas lamps that hissed and crackled against the high, vaulted ceilings. The air was thick with the scent of beeswax, damp wool, and the metallic tang of ozone that always seemed to cling to the upper floors where the power was generated. Arthur Penhaligon stood at the periphery of the...

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