The Distant Cartograph

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The fog in Harrow’s Hollow did not merely settle; it inhabited. It was a thick, grey wool drawn tight around the necks of the houses, muffling the clatter of the looms and the distant, rhythmic pounding of the steam hammers that powered our little industrial fiefdom. I sat in my workshop, the air thick with the scent of linseed oil and dried cedar, my hands stained a permanent, inky black from...

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