The Distant Cartograph
The river broke. It did not shatter like glass. It did not explode. It simply ceased to hold its shape. One moment, the water was a dark, heavy ribbon, binding the stones of the valley floor. The next, it was a thousand fractured shards, jagged and bright, scattered across the silt. Wesley watched. He stood on the bank. His boots were caked in red clay. The mud was dry now. It cracked beneath...
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