The Distant Cartograph

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The ledger sat open on the mahogany desk, its pages stiff with the damp of the November fog. Arthur Vane counted the hours remaining until his shift ended. Four hours. Three hours. The clock on the wall ticked with a mechanical indifference that matched his own. He was thirty-four years old, a Senior Customs Inspector with the Port of Bristol, and he had twenty-two years of service to his name....

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