The Distant Cartograph
The rain fell in sheets. It hammered the tin roof. Thomas stood by the door. He held the ledger. It was heavy. It was cold. He looked at his son. Elias was young. He was pale. He wore a coat too big. Thomas spoke. His voice was low. It was rough. He said that Elias would go. He said he would go alone. He said the town was not safe. He said the maps were wrong. He said the truth was buried....
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