The Distant Cartograph

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The wind did not howl; it whispered, a sound like dry leaves skittering over a grave. It entered the ventilation shafts of the Ministry of Continuity with a chill that settled in the marrow. Julian Vane sat in his office on the forty-second floor, a room of glass and steel suspended above the grey smog of London. He was a man of precise habits and hollow bones. His left hand, the one that held...

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