The Distant Cartograph

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2026-08-18 15:51:18 -

The frost had not yet broken the skin of the valley when the first of the great white herons collapsed into the mud, a silent, heavy thing falling from the sky like a stone dropped from a height, its wings folding inward with the finality of a book being shut for the last time. It was a Tuesday, or perhaps a Wednesday, the days blurring together in the grey wash of early spring in the highlands...

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