The Distant Cartograph

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The locket was cold. It sat in my palm, a small, heavy thing. Gold. Once bright. Now tarnished by time and touch. I held it tight. My fingers trembled. The wind outside howled. It scraped against the window. A dry, hungry sound. I was alone. The room was dark. Only the candle burned. Its flame flickered. It cast long shadows. The shadows moved. They danced on the walls. I did not look away. I...

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