The Distant Cartograph

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The rain did not fall so much as it was exhaled from the gray belly of the sky, a persistent, wet sigh that turned the cobblestones of the lower courtyard into a slick mirror reflecting the heavy, iron-bound doors of the chancellery. Elara stood at the threshold, her hands trembling not from the cold which had seeped through the wool of her travel cloak, but from the sheer, crushing weight of...

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