The Distant Cartograph
The rain did not fall so much as it insisted, a relentless, gray static that pressed against the triple-paned glass of the observation deck, blurring the horizon where the sea met the sky in a bruised, indeterminate line. Elias Thorne stood with his back to the window, his hands clasped behind him, the fabric of his suit jacket damp with the condensation that clung to the interior of the...
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