The Distant Cartograph

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The mortar was heavy in Elias Thorne’s hands, a block of wet stone that smelled of chalk and rust, and he ground the pale root against it with a circular motion that had worn a groove in the basin, the sound a dry, rasping whisper that competed with the wet, rattling cough of his wife, Clara, in the room above. It was 1912, and the air in the basement of the Ashworth Textile Mill hung thick...

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