The Distant Cartograph

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Thorne, the solicitor said, his voice thin and reedy in the empty hallway, you are late. The man did not look up from his ledger, the scratching of his pen the only other sound in the room, a sound like dry leaves dragging across stone. Elias stood by the door, the smell of wet wool and old dust hanging heavy in the air, a scent that seemed to settle into his lungs and stay there, thick and...

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