The Distant Cartograph

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The mud was not merely wet; it was a living, sucking thing that had decided to swallow us whole, a thick, iron-rich slurry that coated our boots and clogged the grooves of the wheels until the cart groaned under the weight of its own inertia. I stood at the front, my hands white-knuckled around the reins, watching the rain fall in sheets that blurred the horizon into a grey, formless smear,...

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