The Distant Cartograph

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a thick, gray curtain that turned the valley of Millhaven into a blurred smear of slate and rust, while Thomas Bradshaw stood on the threshold of the white house he had built with his own hands, watching the mud clog the wheel ruts of the wagon that carried his life away. He did not look back, not once, for to look back would have been to...

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