The Distant Cartograph
The steam rising from the vats in the basement of the Oakhaven Mill was not merely hot water vapor; it was a living, breathing thing that curled into shapes the eyes refused to hold, and Elias Thorne knew that if he looked too long, the shape would become a man, and if the man became a face, the face would become the foreman, and the foreman would become the law, and the law would swallow Elias...
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