The Distant Cartograph
The ledger showed forty-seven years of service, a number that felt less like a duration and more like a weight pressing down on the spine, specifically the lumbar region where the pain had begun to settle like silt in a stagnant river. Elias Vane sat in the study of the Harrowgate manor, the air thick with the scent of damp plaster and the metallic tang of old ink, and he watched his own hand...
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