The Faded Frontier

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The ink did not dry; it breathed. I watched the black pigment spread across the parchment, a slow, arterial pulse that defied the cold air of the survey tent. My name is Elias Thorne, and I am a cartographer for the Royal Survey, though in Oakhaven, I am merely a man who knows things he should not. The winter freeze had set in three days prior, turning the mud of the road to iron, and I had...

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