The Distant Cartograph

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Thorne. The word hung in the air, sharp and cold, before I could answer. I looked up from the drafting table, my hands stained with iron gall ink, and saw Major Halloway standing in the doorway of the survey outpost. His breath misted in the freezing air, a small, white cloud that dissipated as quickly as it formed. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, and I have spent the last three months...

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