The Distant Cartograph

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The soup was cold. It sat in the tin, a grey sludge that smelled of iron and old pennies. Elias did not touch it. He watched the steam, or the lack of it, curl and vanish into the freezing air. Beside him, Kael sat. Kael’s hands were steady. They were always steady. Elias’s were not. "Drink it," Kael said. "I can’t." "It’s ration." "It tastes like rust." Kael shrugged. He took the tin from...

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