The Distant Cartograph

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The map was a thing of glass. Not paper. Not vellum. It was a single, thick pane of tempered crystal, etched with lines so fine they seemed to hum. Elias Thorne held it in his left hand. His right hand gripped the hilt of his service pistol. He stood in the center of the room. The room was a study. It smelled of old wood and ozone. He had dreamed of this room for weeks. In the dream, the glass...

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