The Distant Cartograph
The rain fell in sheets of gray iron, blurring the boundary between the muddy trench and the sky, and you stood with your back against the wet stone of the keep, your breath hitching in your chest like a bird trapped in a cage of ribs. The creature before you was not a man, nor a beast of the known world, but a shifting mass of shadows and bone that wore the face of your brother, Edward, though...
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