The Distant Cartograph
The rain had not ceased for three days, a relentless, grey sheet that blurred the boundary between the road and the sky, turning the world into a single, weeping entity of mud and slate. Elias Thorne, a man whose hands were stained with the indelible pigment of his trade, walked with the heavy, deliberate gait of one who had long since accepted that fatigue was a permanent companion rather than...
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