The Distant Cartograph

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The cold in the watchtower was not merely a temperature but a physical weight, a dense, grey pressure that settled into Elias Thorne’s marrow and squeezed the breath from his lungs. He stood alone in the square room, the wind screaming against the single, reinforced window, its sound a low, continuous moan that seemed to mimic the voices of the men he had buried in the snowdrifts below. Elias...

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