The Distant Cartograph
The heavy wool coat hangs on the back of the office chair, its collar stiff with the dust of the corridor. You adjust the lapels, feeling the rough texture of the fabric against your thumb. It is a lieutenant’s coat, issued this morning, heavy enough to anchor a man in a gale. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two, and you have just been promoted to fill the vacancy left by Commander Vane. The office...
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