The Diggings
The sun beat down on the cracked earth, and the air smelled of dust and desperation. Elias Voss wiped his brow with a frayed handkerchief, his knuckles raw from days of digging. The camp sprawled before him—tents sagging under the…
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The Cartographer’s Bloom
## The Cartographer’s Bloom Rain lashed against the corrugated metal roof of Elias Thorne’s workshop, a relentless drumming that echoed the frantic beat in his chest. The scent of ozone and damp earth clung to everything, a familiar comfort layered…