The Distant Cartograph

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Elias. The name was not a call of affection but a summons, sharp and wet, like a dog snapping at the air. My father stood at the edge of the mud, his boots sunk to the ankle, his breath pluming in the thin, gray light of the medieval morning. He pointed a crooked finger toward the ridge where the trees thinned, and I felt the weight of the pack on my shoulders shift, a heavy, damp thing that...

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