The Distant Cartograph

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The ink is smudged, Elias, you know it is. Mara’s voice was dry, scraping against the inside of the train compartment like a piece of sandpaper over wood. She did not look up from her notebook, her pen moving in short, sharp staccato bursts that marked the rhythm of the wheels on the track. Elias Thorne sat opposite her, his hands resting on his knees, the leather case of his instruments open...

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