The Distant Cartograph

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The train cut through the grey fog of the northern moors, a steel snake slithering toward the capital. Elias sat by the window, his uniform pressed and cold. He was a man of few words, a creature of habit and silence. The rhythm of the wheels was a heartbeat he had long since stopped counting. In his hand, he held a small, tin box. It was dented, the paint chipped to reveal the rust beneath....

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