The Distant Cartograph

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The fog does not roll in; it rises, a slow, grey exhalation from the wet earth that swallows the boundary stones one by one, and you sit at the desk in the study of Vane House, the pen trembling in your hand as you try to trace the northern edge of the estate, knowing full well that the line you draw is a lie because the land itself is dissolving into the mist. You are forty years old, Elias...

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