The Distant Cartograph

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The parish bell had not yet rung the hour, but the Fens were already awake, a vast, grey expanse of waterlogged flat where the mist clung to the reeds like a damp shroud, and within this sprawling, silent wetland, I was the only man awake who knew the precise depth of the silt beneath the surface. I am Ralph Cavett, a dowsing man by rumor and a well-digger by trade, and I had come to this...

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