The Distant Cartograph

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Thorne. The name hung in the damp air of the cellar, sharp and metallic, a summons that felt less like a greeting and more like a verdict. I looked up from the ledger, my fingers stained with the rust-colored ink that had seeped through the cheap paper, and watched Mr. Halloway descend the narrow stairs. He held a small envelope in his left hand, the paper crisp against the pervasive humidity,...

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