The Distant Threshold
The parchment lay open on the table, its surface slick with the humidity that seeped through the floorboards of the surveyor’s cabin. Elias Thorne held the edge of the map, his fingers trembling slightly as he traced the ink lines that marked the hidden aquifer beneath the Baron’s estate. He was thirty-two, a cartographer by trade and a debtor by circumstance, and the weight of the debt sat...
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