The Distant Cartograph

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The shrapnel sings a high, thin note that pierces the wet air of the Blackwood Ridge, a sound like a needle pulling through silk, and you are crouched in the mud of the trench, your fingers stained with the iron-rich earth, clutching a charcoal pencil that has already snapped in half, the broken tip scratching uselessly against the damp vellum of your map. You are Elara Vane, thirty years old,...

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