The Distant Cartograph

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The train cut through the fog like a knife through wet bread. Sergeant Elias Thorne sat in the corner of the compartment, his back against the cold glass. He was old. The years had not just added weight to his frame but had carved it, hollowing out the softness beneath the skin until only bone and habit remained. He watched the city of Vael slide past, a labyrinth of stone and shadow that...

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