The Distant Cartograph

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The wool coat was heavy in Arthur Vane’s hands, a dense gray mass that smelled of stale tobacco and damp earth. He held it up by the collar, letting the fabric pool around his feet before he pulled it over his head. It was Silas’s coat, cut for broader shoulders, and it swallowed Arthur’s frame in a way that felt less like protection and more like burial. He stood in the center of the empty...

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