The Distant Cartograph

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The frost had not yet melted when the orchard began to bleed. It started with the pears. A single tree, the oldest in the row, split its bark without a sound. Sap oozed from the wound, black and viscous, pooling in the snow. Elias stood on the gallery of his farmhouse, his breath pluming in the thin air. He did not run. He did not scream. He watched the black stain spread across the white...

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