The Distant Cartograph
The silence in the house of Aldous Vane was not an absence of sound but a heavy, suffocating substance that pressed against the eardrums like deep water, a silence that had grown in the marrow of the beams and the plaster over the last three decades until it became the only language the family truly understood, and I stood in the center of the great hall, holding a compass that did not point...
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