The Distant Cartograph

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The ink was still wet on the vellum, a dark pool that threatened to bleed into the fiber, when Silas Vane heard the heavy tread of boots in the corridor. He did not look up. His hands, stained permanently indigo at the cuticles, moved with the mechanical precision of a man who had long ago surrendered his soul to the craft of cartography. He was mapping the coast of a land that did not exist, a...

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