The Distant Cartograph

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The rusted needle spun, then stopped, pointing to a patch of wet concrete that did not exist. Elias Thorne woke with the taste of iron in his mouth, his hand already gripping the edge of the cot. The dream was the same as it had been for three weeks: a compass, cold and heavy, leading him to a grave. He sat up, the springs groaning under his weight, and listened to the hum of the ventilation...

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