The Distant Cartograph

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The mist in the valley did not rise; it breathed, a slow, tidal exhalation of the damp earth that wrapped around your ankles and pulled at the hem of your flannel shirt with a chill that seemed to seep directly into the marrow, forcing you to slow your pace, to take the long, deliberate steps that the muddy path demanded of you, as if the ground itself were a living thing that refused to be...

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