The Distant Cartograph
The letter lay on the drafting table, its edges curling slightly in the dry air of the studio. Elias Thorne stared at the signature of his apprentice, Julian Vane, which was printed in bold, modern type beneath a paragraph of cold, mathematical accusations. It was a Tuesday, and the light through the single high window was pale and flat, casting no shadows on the ink-stained floorboards. Elias...
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