The Distant Cartograph

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The rain fell on the cobblestones like a whispered secret. It was a cold Tuesday in the city of Oakhaven. The year was 1348, but the air tasted of iron and old blood. Thomas Ashworth stood at the edge of the river bridge. He wore the grey wool of the City Watch. It was heavy. It was wet. It smelled of the river mud. He watched the water move. The river was black. It was fast. It swallowed the...

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