The Distant Cartograph
Chapter One The colony of Mayo hung suspended in the gray mist of the bog roads, a patchwork of sodden fields and rusted survey markers stretching out under a sky so wide it felt less like air and more like a held breath, where the only movement came from the slow, grinding turn of the windmills and the occasional splash of a cow breaking the surface of a hidden pool. It was a place defined by...
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