The Distant Cartograph

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The oak roots drank deep. They did not ask permission. They merely pulled the stone floor upward, inch by inch, year by year. Margaret knelt. Her knees ached. The damp was a living thing. It clung to her wool. It soaked her skin. She pressed her face to the earth. She smelled rot. She smelled life. Who was coming? The corridor was dark. The torches sputtered. Shadows danced like madmen....

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