The Distant Cartograph

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The fog in the valley of St. Jude was not like the fog in London. It did not smell of coal smoke or wet pavement. It smelled of rotting lilies and old blood, a thick, wet curtain that erased the horizon and made the air feel heavy as water. Thomas stood at the edge of the cliff, his boots sinking into the moss, holding the map in his hands. It was a scrap of vellum, stained with tea and time,...

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