The Distant Cartograph

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The iron gate shrieked, a sound like a dying animal tearing through the silence of the pine forest, and Silas Vance did not turn back. He was running, his lungs burning with the cold, damp air of the highland, his boots slipping on the moss that clung to the ancient stones of the boundary wall. Behind him, the shadows of the keepers were closing in, not as men, but as a singular, breathing...

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