The Distant Cartograph
The fog rolled in thick. It smelled of wet iron. Elias walked. His boots squelched. He wore a grey coat. The coat was old. The buttons were cracked. He carried a satchel. The satchel was heavy. Inside was a map. The map was blank. He knew this. He had always known. But the town did not. The town saw a man with a satchel. The town saw a surveyor. They called him Mr. Vane. They did not know his...
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