The Distant Cartograph

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The mud sucked at my boots. It was thick and cold and smelled of iron and old blood. I did not look down. I looked only at the gap in the hedge. My hands were shaking. Not from the cold. From the weight of the rifle. It was heavy. Too heavy for a man who had not eaten in two days. But I held it. I held it because it was all I had. Behind me, the shouting stopped. A silence fell. It was the...

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