The Distant Cartograph

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The ink on the map bled, a dark vein spreading across the parchment. Elias Thorne watched it spread, his breath shallow in the damp cold of the outpost. He was thirty-two, a border warden with a debt that ate him from the inside out. The village owed him nothing; he owed them the cost of his brother’s funeral. He needed to chart the final ridge to secure his pension, to escape the hollow ache...

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