The Distant Cartograph
The bell above the door at Harrow & Sons Cartography Ltd. did not ring so much as it choked, a dull, metallic thud that vibrated through the soot-heavy air of the workshop. Elias Thorne looked up from his drafting table, his stylus hovering over the parchment, a thin line of ink trembling at the tip. Mr. Vane stood in the doorway, his coat dripping with the November rain, his face a mask of...
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