The Distant Cartograph

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The rain did not fall. It hung. A gray shroud over the keep. "Map the east wing," said the Captain. His voice was gravel in a tin cup. Dry. Cold. He stood by the window. The glass was frosted. Outside, the moor stretched like a bruise. Purple. Swollen. Waiting. Silence. Not empty. Heavy. It pressed against the eardrums. It had weight. It had teeth. The scribe, Thomas, looked up. His hand...

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