The Distant Cartograph

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The ink was bad. Elias Thorne stared at the blot on the parchment, a dark smear that looked less like a mistake and more like a wound. It had spread from the nib of his pen, defying the absorbency of the paper, pooling in a shape that suggested a mouth. He dipped the pen again. The liquid was thick, viscous, and it smelled of iron and old rain. He was forty-two years old, and he had been in the...

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