The Distant Cartograph

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The Shattered Vale did not smell of rain or earth, but of copper, a metallic tang that coated the back of Elias Thorne’s throat and settled deep in his lungs. He stood at the edge of the mist, his uniform heavy with a dampness that was not sweat, the fabric clinging to his ribs like a second skin that had begun to rot. For three years, he had returned to this border, drawn by a compulsion he...

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