The Distant Cartograph
The sky above the industrial district of Oakhaven did not break so much as it hemorrhaged, a bruised purple bruise spreading across the zenith while the rain fell in thick, viscous sheets that turned the cobblestones into a mirror of the dying sun, and Captain Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the reservoir, his uniform sodden and heavy, the wool clinging to his bones like a shroud that refused...
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