The Distant Cartograph

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The shelling did not stop when the walls fell. It stopped only when the air itself grew thin, turning the sky into a bruise that never healed. Mara stood in the center of the room, which was no longer a room. The floorboards had lifted, curling upward like dead leaves, revealing a void of pale, swirling mist below. Above, the ceiling had dissolved into a canopy of gray clouds, heavy with unshed...

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