The Distant Cartograph

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The wind howled through the pass like a living thing. It tore at the coat of Sergeant Elias Thorne. He stood at the edge of the precipice. The snow was deep. It swallowed his boots. His breath came in short, sharp bursts. White clouds of vapor. They vanished into the grey air. He held his rifle. The wood was slick with ice. The metal was cold. It burned his skin. He was not afraid. Or perhaps...

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