The Distant Cartograph

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2026-08-19 16:22:17 -

The rain had not stopped for three days, a ceaseless, grey weeping that turned the cobblestones of the old town into a slick, black mirror reflecting the soot-stained faces of the houses that leaned over them like tired old men. I walked with my collar turned up against the chill, my boots splashing through puddles that smelled of rotting leaves and wet stone, my mind a tangle of threads that I...

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