The Distant Cartograph

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The feast was loud. The hall smelled of roasting goose and stale beer. I sat at the far end of the long table. My hands were red. They were raw. The ink was still wet under my fingernails. I am a mapmaker. This is what I do. I draw the edges of the world. I mark the rivers. I chart the coast. I do this for the Guild. I do this for the Crown. I do this for the money. The Guildmaster raised his...

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