The Distant Cartograph

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The map was not of a place that existed, at least not in any way that could be bought with the few shillings left in Clara’s purse, or in the cold, damp cellar of the Whitmore house where she had slept for the last three winters. It was a map of boundaries, of lines drawn so finely with ink that had long since dried into the grain of the parchment, and Clara held it up to the weak light...

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