The Distant Cartograph

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The map was not a map at all, but a wound in the parchment. I held it in my hands, the vellum trembling like a leaf in a gale. It was a chart of the valley, drawn by my father three days before he died, but the ink had bled. The lines of the river did not run straight; they coiled. The towns were smudged into dark, weeping blotches. I was the only one in the village of Oakhaven who could read...

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