The Distant Cartograph

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The letter lay on the table. It was thick. The paper was gray. The ink was wet. Elias stared at it. The rain tapped on the glass. A soft, persistent drumming. He did not move. The air was still. The room was cold. His name was Elias Thorne. He was a soldier. He had been a soldier for twenty years. His bones knew the weight of the rifle. His hands knew the feel of the trigger. He was leaving....

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