The Distant Cartograph

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The air inside the vault of the Blackwood Abbey did not smell of stone or damp earth, but of old parchment and the metallic tang of preserved blood, a scent that clung to the back of the throat like a curse. In the center of the circular chamber, illuminated by a single, trembling brazier, stood a creature that was not entirely beast nor entirely man, but a synthesis of both, its fur matted...

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