The Distant Cartograph

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Act I The river does not care for the laws of men, only for the weight of the mud it carries. I stood in the brown slurry that had swallowed the lower lanes of the town, the water rising past my knees, my uniform heavy and cold against my skin, holding the sealed clay jar with a grip that threatened to crack my knuckles. It was the medicinal paste my mother had pressed into my hands hours...

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