The Distant Cartograph

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The valley held its breath under a sky the color of old lead, the karst towers standing like broken teeth against the white. In the smithy’s domestic corner, where the fire had long since died to ash, Guenter Schulz sat at the workbench, the air thick with the cold damp of the coming winter. He was forty-two, a master engraver for the State Archive, and his hands trembled not from age but from...

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