The Distant Cartograph

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The summons came from the inner office, a sharp, bureaucratic bark that cut through the hum of the surveying instruments. "Vane." Halloway did not look up from his ledger. "The Kestrel Valley boundary. It’s due Friday." Elias Vane stood in the doorway, his hand resting on the brass compass in his pocket. It was warm. Always warm now. He had held it for twenty years since Thomas died, and in all...

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