The Distant Cartograph

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended, weeping curtain of gray that turned the cobblestones of the old district into slick, dark mirrors reflecting nothing but the dull, bruised sky above, and in the center of this wet, heavy silence stood Elias Thorne, a man whose hands, stained with the indelible ochre and umber of his trade, trembled not with cold but with the...

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