The Cartographer’s Shadow
The dust clung to Elara Thorne’s boots as she stepped off the wagon, her fingers curling around the leather-bound journal tucked beneath her coat. The air reeked of pine resin and sweat, a thick haze that made the sun feel…
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The Cartographer’s Tide
## The Cartographer’s Tide The salt spray stung Elias’s cheeks as he squinted at the half-finished hull. Oak, seasoned by years of monsoon winds, smelled like damp earth and ambition. He ran a calloused hand along the curve of the…
The Cartographer’s Bone
## The Cartographer’s Bone Dust tasted like regret. Old Man Tiber, they called him, though no one knew his real name anymore, coughed it up with every wrench of the lever. The machine groaned, a metallic lament against the flat…