The Distant Cartograph
The rain had not stopped in three days, a persistent, gray sheet that turned the moors into a landscape of blurred watercolors, where the heather dissolved into the mud and the sky pressed down low enough to touch the shoulders of those who walked beneath it. Elias Vane, a man whose reputation in the university halls of Cambridge had long since curdled into a mixture of pity and dismissal,...
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