The Distant Cartograph

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The ink was already there when Elias Thorne opened his eyes, a black vein pulsing beneath the skin of his forearm. It had started in the dream, as it always did, a slow bleed from the pores that felt less like pain and more like a cold filling of the hollow spaces inside his bones. He lay in the narrow cot of his barracks room in Whitehall, the air thick with the smell of damp wool and old...

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