The Distant Cartograph

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Elias Thorne counted the hours in the dark, not the minutes. He had been awake for four. The dream was the same as it had been for six months: the ink in his well, a viscous black sludge, rising to meet the surface of his skin. In the dream, the lines of the Blackwood Valley did not stay on the paper. They migrated. They seeped through the fibers of the vellum, crossing the bridge of his hand,...

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