The Distant Cartograph

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The air in the Grand Hall of the St. James Club was thick, a physical weight composed of cigar smoke, expensive perfume, and the cloying sweetness of over-ripe champagne. Elias Thorne stood at the center of the room, forty-two years old, his hands trembling with a palsy that had stolen his precision over the last three years. He was a master tailor, or had been, until the fingers began to...

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