The Distant Cartograph

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The air in the valley tasted of ozone and crushed mint, a metallic tang that coated the back of Elias’s throat as he hauled the heavy canvas satchel over his shoulder. He was not walking; he was dragging himself, a machine of muscle and willpower operating at a capacity that should have torn his ligaments. Before him, the landscape did not behave. The hills rose and fell in rhythmic pulses,...

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