The Distant Cartograph

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The feast of the Saint of the Weavers was a cacophony of clinking pewter and the sharp, metallic tang of spilled ale, a sensory assault that seemed to vibrate in the teeth of those who sat within the crowded guildhall. In the corner, away from the roaring hearth and the raucous laughter of his fellow craftsmen, Julian Vane sat with his head bowed over a plate of untouched roast mutton. He was a...

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