The Distant Cartograph

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Elias Thorne’s hand trembled as he tightened the leather strap of his father’s satchel, the buckle biting into his palm. The dream had come again, vivid and cruel. His father’s face, gaunt and grey, superimposed over a map of the city, the ink bleeding into the skin. Elias woke in his narrow bed in the watchmen’s barracks, the air thick with the smell of damp wool and sickness. He was...

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