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The ink in my pen was cold, but the paper beneath it was warm from the friction of my hands, a small, human heat that felt increasingly fragile against the vast, indifferent white of the ridge beyond the window. I am Elias Thorne, a clerk of the Imperial Survey Office, and I have spent the last three years mapping the edges of the known world, only to find that the known world has no edges,...
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