The Distant Cartograph

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The stone bit into Thomas’s cheek. He did not wipe the blood. It was warm and iron-rich, a taste that sharpened his mind to a razor’s edge. The cell was small, a cube of damp granite that smelled of mildew and old fear. Outside, the rain hammered against the high, barred window. It was a rhythmic drumming, indifferent and cold. Thomas lay on his back, staring at the ceiling. Cracks webbed...

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