The Distant Cartograph

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The dream was not of sleep, but of stone. It rose from the earth like a fever, a labyrinth of cold granite corridors that seemed to breathe with the damp exhalations of centuries. Sir Elias Vane, his armor a second skin of dented iron, walked through the dark. He was not tired, yet his legs felt heavy, as if the ground beneath him was made of packed ash. This was the Deep Vault, a place spoken...

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