The Distant Cartograph

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The refusal slip lay on the table, the ink still wet and glossy, a small black scar on the pale wood. Elias Thorne stared at the signature, Halloway’s looping script, and felt the tremor in his left hand tighten around the edge of the desk, a physical echo of the rejection that had just been spoken. The room smelled of damp wool and the stale, metallic tang of the rain that had been falling for...

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