The Distant Cartograph

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The mud in the Highlands did not care for rank, nor for the heavy wool of a sergeant’s tunic. It swallowed Elias Thorne’s boots to the ankle with a sucking, wet sound that marked his progress up the slope like a slow, rhythmic heartbeat. He was thirty-four years old, a man whose face had been carved by wind and duty into something hard and unyielding, yet his hands trembled as he clutched the...

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