The Distant Cartograph

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The ink in the dream was never dry. It pulsed against the vellum, a wet, black heart beating beneath the grid lines, threatening to bleed through the paper and stain my hands. I woke on the narrow cot in the surveying tent, the air thick with the metallic tang of the Blackwood Ridge, and knew the dream had come true. Outside, the fog clung to the tree line, but beneath the mud, the earth was...

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