The Pale Banner
The compass needle trembled, then locked onto north with a mechanical precision that felt almost mocking. Elias Thorne adjusted his spectacles, the glass catching the gray light of the Blackwood Estate, and marked the first stake in the mud. He was fifty years old, a cartographer of modest renown, and his knees ached with the particular stiffness of a man whose body was failing before his mind....
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