The Distant Cartograph

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The city of Oakhaven did not sleep, but rather exhaled a long, sulfurous breath into the night, a fog that clung to the cobblestones like a second skin, thick with the scent of rotting tannin and crushed bone. In the cellar of the apothecary, where the air was still and heavy with the preservation of things that ought to have died, young Silas lay curled upon a bed of dried lavender and stale...

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