The Distant Cartograph

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The fog rolled off the river like a shroud. It swallowed the spires. It swallowed the banners. It swallowed the men. Elias stood on the wet stone. His boots slipped. He held his ground. The mist was thick and cold. It bit his skin. It choked his breath. He looked at the tower. It loomed above him. A black tooth in a white mouth. He was a prisoner. Not of chains. Of silence. The court had judged...

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