The Distant Cartograph

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The morning mist clung to the valley like a shroud, damp and cold against Thomas Ashworth’s skin. He stood before the gate of the Old Fort, a structure of gray stone that had outlasted three kings and a hundred winters. The air smelled of wet earth and iron, a scent that had become his own, inextricable from the taste of the ale he drank and the sweat that rolled down his temples. He was a man...

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