The Wistful Atlas
The pen tip caught in the grain of the paper, dragging a jagged, brown smear across the vellum, and Elias Thorne stared at the mark as it formed, a scar of ink that did not match the straight, confident lines of the railway survey he was attempting to complete. He was fifty-four years old, and his right hand, the one that had drawn the coastlines of three continents for the Royal Geographical...
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