The Distant Cartograph

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The ironworks collapsed at dawn, a groan of twisting metal that silenced the birds in the elms before the first scream could even form. It was not an explosion, but a surrender, the structure giving way to the weight of its own history. Elias Thorne stood on the precipice of the ridge, his uniform still dusted with the gray soot of the night shift, watching the smoke rise in a column that...

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