The Distant Cartograph
Chapter One "Did you see the fog, Wichai?" The question hung in the air, wet and heavy, before Wichai Chantharat could answer. He stood in the queue for the ferry, his uniform dark with rain, the collar of his shirt stiff against his neck. The line stretched back from the dock, a gray spine of wet wool and leather, stretching toward the city center where the old kingdom’s new priesthood held...
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