The Distant Cartograph

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The rain did not fall so much as it was exhaled by the sky, a cold, wet sigh that slicked the cobblestones of the valley floor until they shimmered like the scales of some drowned leviathan. Silas Vane moved through the mist with the deliberate, predatory grace of a man who had spent a lifetime listening for the heartbeat of the world, his boots striking the wet stone with a rhythm that was...

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