The Distant Cartograph

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Act I Did the fog ever lift, or did we simply learn to stop asking? Fraser Gunn stood on the quay in the grey murk, his boots sinking into the wet stone, watching the smaller boat rock against its mooring like a dog waiting for a command that would not come. He was thirty-four, a border constable with a limp that had grown worse with the damp, and he wanted the promotion that Inspector MacLeod...

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