The Distant Cartograph

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The wind in the valley did not blow; it scoured. It carried the grit of the old millstones, a fine, grey powder that settled in the crevices of the skin and the corners of the eyes. Elias Thorne rode into the hamlet of Oakhaven on a mule that smelled of hay and old sweat. He was a man of the Guild of Measure, a cartographer of the crown’s will. His coat was patched at the elbows, the wool...

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