The Distant Cartograph
The letter from the Survey Office lay on the kitchen table, its edges curling in the damp air, the ink smudged where Elias’s thumb had pressed too hard against the wax seal. It was a termination notice, or rather, a warning that his pension was contingent upon the completion of the Skye coast survey by month’s end. Elias read it twice, the paper feeling thin and fragile under his fingers, like...
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