The Distant Cartograph

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The ink was still wet on the contour line when the fog rolled in, thick as wool and smelling of wet iron, and Elias Thorne did not look up from his theodolite, his hands trembling only slightly as he adjusted the screw, because the tremor was a symptom of the fever that was eating his son, Thomas, alive in a ward three miles away, and the contract with Mr. Vane was the only thing standing...

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