The Wistful Atlas
Chapter One Ravi Nair, forty-two, had not slept in the boarding house on seventy-one of Candlewick Row for three days, a fact that weighed on him heavier than the parchment sheets stacked on his desk. He was a cartographer for the Imperial Survey, a title that meant nothing to the landlord who wanted his rent, and everything to the men in the union office who wanted his silence. The air in the...
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