The Distant Cartograph

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended curtain of grey water over the moor, blurring the line where the earth surrendered to the sky. Silas Vane stood at the edge of the precipice, his boots sinking into the sucking peat, and watched the convoy disappear into the mist. There was no farewell, only the fading thump of diesel engines and the metallic taste of ozone in the air. He...

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