The Distant Cartograph
The train hissed its long, metallic sigh as it pulled away from the platform, a sound that seemed to tear the fabric of the evening air in two, and Elias Thorne stood with his hands buried deep in the pockets of his heavy wool coat, watching the city of Ashworth recede into the grey, industrial haze that clung to the rooftops like a shroud. He carried within him not a map, but a body,...
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