The Distant Cartograph

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The rain had not ceased for three days, a persistent and grey weeping that turned the cobblestones of the lower city into a slick, reflective mirror of the soot-stained sky, and it was into this damp, suffocating twilight that Thomas Bradshaw, whose coat hung heavy with the moisture of the season and whose hands trembled with a palsy that had long since silenced his quill, walked with the slow,...

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