The Distant Cartograph

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Elias Thorne counted the seconds between the chime of the office clock and the creak of the door, a rhythm that had become the only steady thing in his life. He had walked four miles from his cramped flat in Bermondsey, his portfolio clutched against his chest like a shield, the leather worn smooth by twenty years of handling. The Survey Office in Whitechapel was a brutalist slab of concrete...

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