The Distant Cartograph

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The compass needle spun, a lazy, drunken circle, refusing to settle on north. "Stop fidgeting," I said, my voice sounding thin and foreign in the hollow of the cave. "It’s the mineral content. The iron in the rock." My mother’s voice did not come from the dark. It came from the fog that pressed against the cave mouth, thick and grey as wet wool. "You are tired, Elara. The map is not finished....

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