The Distant Cartograph

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The nib scratched against the vellum, a sound like a rat gnawing through a wire. Elias Thorne’s hand shook, not from the cold, though the draught from the Ministry’s high windows was a physical weight against his neck, but from the effort of holding the line straight. He was forty-two, and his fingers, once steady enough to trace the hairline of a river delta, now trembled with the palsy of old...

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