The Distant Cartograph

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The bell in the steeple of St. Jude’s did not ring out with the clear, crystalline chime that had once marked the hours of harvest and prayer, but with a dull, fractured groan, a sound like a bone snapping under the weight of a heavy boot. It was a Tuesday in late November, the air thick with the scent of wet wool and woodsmoke, and the entire village of Oakhaven held its breath, not in awe,...

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