The Distant Cartograph

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The ink on the map did not dry; it wept. It seeped through the heavy cotton of the tablecloth, pooling into a dark, viscous lake that smelled of iron and old rain, a scent that Colonel Elias Thorne recognized with a jolt that felt less like memory and more like a physical wound reopening in the chest. He sat in the center of the Grand Hall, a space that had been stripped of its velvet drapes...

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