The Distant Cartograph

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You’re late, Thorne. The clock on the wall ticks with a heavy, wooden persistence, each second marking the erosion of the morning light that is already failing to penetrate the grime on the windows. Elias Thorne stands in the doorway of the Inspector’s office, his uniform still damp from the night shift, the cold of the canal seeping into his bones. He wants the pension. He needs the money....

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