The Distant Cartograph

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The cellar of the old stone house smelled of damp earth, rotting apples, and the sharp, metallic tang of the iron pot that sat upon the grate, bubbling with a dark, viscous broth. It was a feast of a kind, not for the living, but for the hunger that had settled into the bones of Sergeant Elias Thorne. He sat on a stool that had warped with years of humidity, his uniform stained with the soot of...

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