The Distant Cartograph

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The rain fell in long, silver threads. It stitched the gray sky to the wet earth. Silas stood at the gate. His coat was heavy. It was black wool. It had been his father’s. Then his grandfather’s. The fabric was worn thin at the elbows. The buttons were brass. They were cold to the touch. He held the hem in his left hand. The right hand rested on the hilt of his sword. The steel was dull. It had...

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