The Distant Cartograph

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The stone lion at the North Gate wept. It was a quiet, viscous thing, a slow drip of black oil that pooled in the cracks of the ancient granite. Elias Thorne stood in the rain, his uniform damp and cold, watching the dark substance smear across the lion’s paw. He had been a border patrol officer for twelve years, and in that time he had seen many strange things, but the weeping of the gate was...

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