The Distant Cartograph

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The iron bit of the plow had sheared through the root of an ancient oak, and the metal shrieked against the earth with a sound like a dying man’s cry, echoing across the grey expanse of the moor. I stood with my hands still resting on the wooden handles, the wood slick with my own sweat and the cold rain that had begun to fall, a thin, persistent mist that blurred the horizon into a smear of...

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