The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The nib of the pen scraped against the vellum, a sound like a fingernail dragging down a chalkboard, and Arthur Vane did not look up from the survey of the Blackmoor. It was 1912, and the London air in his flat was thick with the smell of turpentine and stale tea, the damp of the November fog pressing against the single-pane windows of his study. He was thirty years old, a mapmaker of middling...

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