The Distant Cartograph

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The fog did not roll in so much as it exhaled, a thick, wet breath that turned the cobblestones of Harrowgate into slick, black mirrors reflecting the gas lamps’ sickly yellow halos, and it was in this suffocating silence, where the air tasted of wet wool and old iron, that Detective Elias Thorne found the body, or rather, found the absence of the man who had been standing there only moments...

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