The Distant Cartograph

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The rain had stopped. The mud held our shapes. I looked at the cart. It was empty. No, not empty. It held only the weight of my fear. "Did you see him?" I asked. My voice was small. It shook. Thomas did not answer. He leaned on the wheel. His face was gray. Not pale. Gray. Like the stone of the old walls. "I saw," he said. One word. A stone dropped in deep water. We were in the valley. The...

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