The Distant Cartograph

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The mill burned at dawn. It did not scream. It simply opened its throat to the wind and exhaled a column of black smoke that swallowed the sky. Elias stood on the muddy bank of the river, his uniform stiff with sleet, watching the timber groan and collapse. He was a constable. He was a man who kept order. But order was a thin skin, and the heat was peeling it away. The fire was not an accident....

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