The Distant Cartograph

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The compass hung from a leather cord around Silas’s neck. It was not a new instrument. The brass casing was dull, worn smooth by decades of friction against wool and cotton. Inside, the needle trembled with a faint, organic pulse. It did not point north. Not anymore. It pointed toward the center of a storm that existed only in the mapmaker’s mind. Silas walked. The terrain was a gray wash of...

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