The Distant Cartograph

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The storm hit at noon. Not a storm. A collapse. The sky over the estate turned the color of a bruised plum. Then it broke. Rain hammered the glass. It sounded like bullets. Or teeth. Miles sat in the study. He was small. He was tired. He held the ledger. The paper was damp. It smelled of mold. And rot. He looked out the window. The garden was gone. Just mud. Just chaos. The oak tree was split....

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