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The Cartographer of Cracks
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Ongoing, First published Aug 27, 2024
In the mysterious city of Oubliette, where the streets shift and memories vanish, lives Calamus Break, a cartographer with an extraordinary gift-or curse. He can map the cracks in reality, charting the voids where forgotten moments and lost possibilities reside. As Calamus becomes consumed by the very cracks he maps, his own memories begin to slip away. Driven by a desperate need to restore what's lost, he embarks on a perilous journey to The Great Silence, the source of all cracks. Faced with an impossible choice, Calamus must decide whether to seal the voids and save the city, or surrender to the silence and become a part of the very thing he has spent his life charting. A haunting tale of sacrifice, memory, and the unseen spaces between moments.
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