The Distant Cartograph

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The fog in the valley was not merely a weather event; it was a living thing, a grey shroud that swallowed the stone walls of the village and erased the distinction between the earth and the sky. You stood at the edge of the market square, your hand resting on the cold hilt of your sword, feeling the vibration of the crowd’s fear through the soles of your boots. They looked at you as if you were...

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