The Distant Cartograph

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The rain in Oakhaven did not fall; it hovered, a gray curtain drawn tight against the windowpanes of the Guild Hall. Elias Thorne stood before the desk of Master Aldous, his hands trembling not from the cold but from the sheer, suffocating weight of the silence. He had crossed the border at dawn, his boots caked in the mud of the war zones, carrying a satchel that held only his life and his...

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