The Distant Cartograph

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The coal dust had worked its way into the creases of Arthur Penhaligon’s knuckles, turning the pale skin a shade of bruised violet that matched the twilight settling over the soot-blackened streets of Blackwood. He walked with a heavy, deliberate stride, his boots striking the cobblestones with a rhythmic thud that seemed to echo the frantic beating of his heart. The air smelled of wet ash,...

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