The Distant Cartograph

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The wind on the ridge did not howl; it screamed, a high-pitched tearing sound that stripped the warmth from your bones before the cold could settle in. You adjusted the strap of your pack, the leather biting into your shoulder, and checked the compass one last time. The needle swung wildly, useless in the magnetic interference of the storm, so you relied on the memory of the lines you had...

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