The Distant Cartograph

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The rain had been falling for three days, a cold, persistent drizzle that turned the red clay of the Appalachian foothills into a thick, sucking mud that seemed to pull at your boots with the tenacious, suffocating grip of a lover who refuses to let go, and you, Elias, stood at the edge of the clearing where the pines had been cut down until the earth was bare and raw, feeling the chill seep...

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