The Distant Cartograph

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The chandelier above the Mayor’s table groaned under the weight of its crystal prisms, casting fractured light across the polished mahogany of the Grand Hall. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood near the sideboard, his hand gripping a crystal flute of champagne so tightly his knuckles had turned the color of old bone. He was thirty-two years old, and he had served this city for twelve years, every one...

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