The Distant Cartograph

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2026-08-19 17:08:26 -

The fever broke at dawn, leaving you hollowed out. You lay in the straw of the barn loft, the air thick with the smell of damp wool and old hay. Your head throbbed, a dull, rhythmic pounding that matched the drumming of the rain against the shingles. You were not supposed to be there. You were not supposed to be sick. You were supposed to be in the city, in the office, wearing the suit that fit...

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