The Distant Cartograph

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The map was not a thing you could hold in your hands, not really. It was a feeling in the chest, a low hum that vibrated against the ribs, a cartography of the soul drawn in ink that smelled of damp earth and old blood. I had spent forty years in the Guild of Surveyors, a stone fortress perched on the cliffs of the Isle of Skye, where the wind did not blow so much as it screamed, tearing at the...

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