The Distant Cartograph

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The rain did not fall. It hovered. Elara stood in the center of the grey void. Her hands were caked in mud. The mud was black and slick. It smelled of wet stone. She held the compass. It was brass. It was cold. The needle spun. It did not stop. It never stopped. She was a cartographer. She made maps of things that did not exist. Or perhaps things that existed only when looked at. The...

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