The Distant Cartograph
The train rattled north, a steel beast shaking the earth with every mile, and Elias Thorne felt the vibration travel up through the soles of his boots and settle, heavy and cold, in his molars. He was thirty-four, a man whose face had begun to map the lines of a life spent looking over shoulders and into shadows, and he clutched his service pistol in his lap as if it were a talisman against the...
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