The Distant Cartograph
The letter lay on the kitchen table, the paper crisp and white against the dark wood. Herbert Pargeter read the date, then the signature, then the body, which stated that his final survey of the Blackwood Ridge was due in three weeks. He folded the paper into a small square and placed it in his breast pocket, next to the cold chain of his watch. He went to the bedroom. Elise was asleep, her...
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