The Distant Cartograph

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The elm trees along the riverbank in Ashford were shedding their leaves in a slow, rustling procession, a sound that entered the mind of Arthur Penhaligon not as a natural phenomenon but as the grinding of millstones. He sat in his office, a narrow box of wood and glass perched above the cobbles of the High Street, and watched the light fade from the window. The light was not merely...

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