The Distant Cartograph

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The mud sucked at Elias Thorne’s left boot with a wet, tearing sound, a noise that seemed to come from the earth itself rather than his own movement. He pulled free, the leather creaking, and looked at the grey sky above the Aisne, a flat sheet of iron that offered no light and no mercy. He was thirty years old, and his knees ached with a dull, constant throb that the rain had settled deep into...

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