The Distant Cartograph

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a cold gray curtain that smelled of wet stone and old iron. Inside the bunker, the air was thick with the scent of sweat, tobacco, and the metallic tang of fear. Thomas Bradshaw sat on a metal folding chair, his hands resting on his knees, fingers interlaced so tightly the knuckles turned white. He was a soldier, but not in the way the world...

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