The Distant Cartograph
The pen in Elias Thorne’s hand was a standard issue Meridian Consortium instrument, a matte black cylinder of recycled polymer that felt cold and dry against his palm, yet the ink that flowed from its tip did not remain on the paper. It seeped through the fiber of the survey map, sinking into the skin of his thumb, tracing a faint, bruised line that pulsed with the rhythmic hum of the...
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