The Distant Cartograph
The frost bit hard at the windowpane. Elias pressed his forehead against the cold glass. He watched the snow fall. It fell in thick, heavy sheets. It erased the road. It erased the trees. It erased the world. Inside, the fire crackled. It was a small fire. It could not warm the room. It could not warm his hands. His hands were shaking. They had been shaking for days. The tremor was in his...
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