The Distant Cartograph
Chapter One The well had frozen solid by the time Amit Nair descended the sixty-three of the Tannery Steps, his boots crunching against the ice that coated the stone. He was a debt collector with a limp, a man who measured the world in the weight of sacks and the coldness of ledgers, and on this particular morning in the mist-shrouded hill country, he carried a cargo of contraband that the...
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