The Distant Cartograph

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The rain in Oakhaven did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended gray curtain that smelled of wet iron and old rot. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the square, his surveyor’s chain coiled tight in his hand, the metal cold and slick against his palm. He was thirty-four, a man whose life had narrowed to the precise measurement of lines that should not exist. He needed to mark the boundary...

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