The Distant Cartograph

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The banquet hall of the Iron Keep did not smell of meat or wine, but of the sharp, metallic tang of ozone and crushed mint, a scent that clung to the back of the throat like a persistent cough and seeped into the pores of the stone walls, which were lined with tapestries depicting the slow, inevitable erosion of the world by the tide. Aldric sat at the far end of the long, scarred oak table,...

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