The Distant Cartograph

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The heavy wool coat hung in Elias Thorne’s hands, its weight pulling his shoulders down toward the damp cellar floor of the family textile mill. It was a dark, charcoal thing, thick with the accumulated dust of forty years, and it smelled of wet dog and old iron. Elias was thirty-four, a sergeant in the local constabulary, and he stood there in the gloom, the only light coming from a single...

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