The Distant Cartograph

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The dream did not arrive like a wave, but like a sediment, settling in the marrow of Thomas Ashworth’s bones before his eyes even opened to the grey, mist-choked air of the keep. He stood on the ramparts, the wind tearing at the heavy wool of his doublet, and below him, the valley lay still and white as a burial shroud. It was not the valley he knew, not the muddy, industrial sprawl of the...

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