The Distant Cartograph
The parchment lay on the oak desk, yellowed at the edges, the ink still wet in the lower quadrants where the contour lines bled into one another. Elias Thorne smoothed the paper with a calloused thumb, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the elevation data, the numbers jumping out at him like startled birds. He looked up. Silas stood in the doorway, his shoulders hunched against the draft that...
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