The Distant Cartograph

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The map was torn. Not ripped by a careless hand, but split down the middle by the sheer weight of years. It lay on the floorboards of the attic, a jagged wound of parchment and ink. Elias Kade stood over it. His knees ached. The pain was a dull, red throb that lived in the bone now, a tenant that refused to pay rent and move out. He was sixty-eight. He was a Major, retired. Or he had been. The...

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