The Distant Cartograph

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Act I Rhys Bevan knew that the slate walls of the surveying office did not sweat; they wept. It was a distinct, mineral exhalation that rose from the damp stone in the winter of 1912, carrying the taste of coal dust and old iron into the back of his throat. He was twelve years old, small for his age, with hands that were perpetually stained grey from the charcoal he used to mark the seam lines...

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