The Distant Cartograph

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The fog lay thick on the harbor, a white shroud that swallowed the masts of the ships. Elias Thorne woke with a gasp, his breath catching in his throat like a jagged stone. He lay in the narrow cot, staring at the peeling paint on the ceiling. The dream was gone, but the feeling remained. A cold weight in his chest. A sense of urgent, terrible loss. He sat up. The room was small, smelling of...

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