The Distant Cartograph

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The road out of Oakhaven was not a straight line but a slow, grinding climb through the mist, a grey ribbon that unraveled into the fog as it ascended the hill. Thomas walked it every morning, his boots heavy with the mud of the previous day’s work, his breath a small, white ghost in the cold air. He was twelve years old, though he carried himself with the stiff, deliberate caution of a man who...

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