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Elias did know. He had seen it happen to a woman in Arkovia who had crossed out her missing son's name. The next morning, she had walked into a rift and never come out. The Tracker wasn't a tool. It was a leash. And once you wrote a name, the world conspired to make you finish it.

Three years ago, when the Aetherials tore the sky open, Elias had been a simple cartographer. Now, he mapped only one thing: the debts of the damned. grim dawn quest tracker

Elias Thorne didn’t believe in ghosts. Not the wailing, sheet-covered kind, anyway. But as he stood on the broken parapet of the Slith prison, watching the last light bleed out over the corrupted moors, he believed in the ghost of a purpose. Elias did know

John Sobb was his brother-in-law. The man who had taught Elias to fish, who had lent him coin for his first printing press, who had carried Elias’s daughter to a medic when the blood ticks got her. Sobb had led a desperate rearguard action at the Burrwitch bridge, buying time for refugees to flee. Then the world went white, and when Elias woke up, Sobb was gone. The Tracker wasn't a tool