The Faded Frontier

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The needle did not point north. It spun, a slow, hypnotic gyre that defied the magnetic pull of the earth, and I knew with the cold certainty of a cartographer that I was lying. I had told Thomas that the lungs were merely congested, that the cough was a habit of the high altitude, that I could finish the survey of the Ashwood Ridge by the time the frost set in. But the compass needle in my...

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