The Distant Cartograph

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I woke with the taste of rust and old blood on my tongue, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat like a thick, unyielding slime, and I knew immediately that the dream had not ended but had merely shifted its weight onto my waking shoulders, pressing down with the suffocating gravity of a truth I had spent three years trying to bury in the frozen earth of the Scottish Highlands. The...

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