The Distant Cartograph

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The banquet hall of the Ironworks was a cathedral of soot and steam, where the air hung thick with the smell of roasted meat and the sharp, metallic tang of ozone. At the head of the long, scarred oak table sat Silas Vane, a man whose uniform bore the creases of a life spent in rigid discipline. He was not a soldier in the traditional sense, but a Warden of the Boundary, a keeper of the line...

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