The Distant Cartograph

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The bread was stale. It sat on the rough wooden table, a gray brick of neglect, and Maren cut a thick slice with a knife that had not been sharpened in weeks. The crust crumbled. The crumb was dry. She ate it in small, mechanical bites. The flavor was dust and salt. Outside the window, the wind screamed through the bare branches of the elm tree. It was late autumn in the village of Oakhaven....

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