The Distant Cartograph

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The pen was a steel-nibbed instrument, cold against the skin, and Elias Thorne held it with a grip that bordered on bruising. The gaslight in the office hissed, a thin, white flame that cast long, trembling shadows across the drafting table where the vellum lay stretched tight. He was thirty-two years old, and his left hand, the hand that had mapped coastlines from Bristol to the Black Sea, was...

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