The Distant Cartograph
In the damp cold of the station platform, Elias Thorne held the leather-bound deed case in his hands, the brass clasp biting into his thumb as he watched the steam from the locomotive curl into the grey November air. The case contained the only proof of ownership for the Thorne estate, a document he had spent three years verifying against county records while his father lay comatose in a bed in...
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