The Distant Cartograph

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended curtain of grey mist that clung to Elias Thorne’s uniform. He stood in the mud of Blackwood Ridge, his boots sinking three inches with every step, the earth pulling at him with a physical, hungry weight. He was thirty-two, a border patrol agent with twelve years of service under his belt, and he needed this pension more than he...

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