The Distant Cartograph

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Thorne. The name was shouted from the dispatch desk, sharp and brittle as a bone snapping under a boot, cutting through the low hum of the exchange floor. Elias Thorne did not look up immediately. He was counting the coins in his pocket, a small, rusted collection of pennies and dimes that weighed more than they should, the metal cold against his thumb. He was thirty years old, though the...

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