The Distant Cartograph

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You wake with the taste of copper in your mouth. The cellar is cold. The stone presses against your back, damp and yielding. You are in the workshop of Thomas Bradshaw. It is the year of the plague, or the year after, it does not matter. The air smells of rot and wet wool. You reach for the object in your hands. It is a map. Not paper. It is skin. Human skin, stretched thin, pale, and stiff...

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