The Distant Cartograph

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The rain fell on the slate roof. It drummed a steady rhythm. A soft, wet sound. Inside the hall, the fire burned low. Ashes turned to grey dust. Thomas sat by the hearth. His hands rested on his knees. They were large hands. The knuckles were swollen. The skin was rough. It looked like bark. He did not move. He watched the embers glow. The light was red. It flickered in the dark. A servant...

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