The Distant Cartograph
The ledger was supposed to weigh three pounds, Elias Thorne calculated, a heavy block of leather-bound accounts that had been missing from the county archives for six months, a weight he had carried in his mind for twenty years of service, a burden that felt heavier than the mud caking his boots as he stood at the gate of Blackwood Manor. The rain had stopped an hour ago, but the air remained...
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