The Distant Cartograph

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The mud sucked at his boots with a wet, deliberate hunger, pulling Thomas Ashworth down into the earth as if the ground itself were conspiring against his stride. He paused, breathing hard, the taste of copper and old rain thick in his mouth. Around him, the forest of the Blackwood Ridge was not silent, but it was a silence that pressed against the eardrums, heavy with the weight of centuries...

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