The Distant Cartograph

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Chapter One Struan Ure remembered the weight of the bronze razor in his hand, the cold metal biting into the flesh of his palm, even as the greenish light of the impending hailstorm turned the office windows into sheets of bruised glass. He had wanted only the pension, the quiet security of a career that had begun with the smell of wet earth and ended with the filing of forms, but the...

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