The Distant Cartograph

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The wind on the moor did not merely blow; it carved. It stripped the flesh from the air, leaving only the raw, white bone of the sky and the black, bruised earth. Elias Thorne walked with his head bowed, his boots sinking into the peat with a wet, sucking sound that echoed in the hollow of his chest. He was a man of maps, of ink and vellum, of lines drawn with the precision of a surgeon. For...

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