The Distant Cartograph

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The ink in the well had turned the color of old blood, a deep, viscous crimson that did not reflect the pale London afternoon light filtering through the dusty windowpane. Elias Thorne sat hunched over his drafting table, the nib of his pen trembling violently in his right hand, a muscle in his forearm twitching with a rhythm that seemed detached from his own heartbeat. He was forty-two years...

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