The Distant Cartograph

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The Great Hall of the Abbey of Saint Cuthbert smelled of beeswax and stale wine. It was a heavy, cloying scent, the kind that settled in the lungs and refused to leave. Wren sat at the bottom of the long oak table, his small hands wrapped around a bowl of porridge. The oatmeal was thick, gray, and cold. He did not eat it. He watched the steam rise from the mugs of the other brothers, thin...

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