The Distant Cartograph

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The feast was a wound in the dark. Candles guttered. The air smelled of roasting goose, damp wool, and the metallic tang of old blood. Elias sat at the head of the table. He was a man made of sharp angles and hollows. His eyes, pale and watery, scanned the room with the hunger of a starving dog. Across from him sat his father, Julian. Julian was a giant of a man. His hands, thick and calloused,...

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