The Distant Cartograph

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Thorne. The word came from across the concrete floor, sharp and flat, cutting through the hum of the ventilation units. You stood still, your hands at your sides, feeling the cold seep into the soles of your boots. It was a cold that had no source, a dampness that seemed to rise from the ground itself, soaking through the leather and into the bone. The supervisor, a man named Halloway, did not...

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