The Distant Cartograph

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Chapter One I remember the cold of that cellar not as a temperature, but as a weight pressing against my sternum, a physical blockage that made every breath a labor of will. It was the damp, stone-walled undercroft of the manor, a place where the fog from the river seemed to seep up through the mortar, and I stood there, my back aching with a familiar, grinding pain, demanding my wife Elara’s...

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