The Distant Cartograph

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2026-08-18 14:38:20 -

The banquet hall smelled of roasted goose and stale sweat. It was a heavy, cloying scent that clung to the velvet drapes. Thomas Ashworth sat at the far end of the long table. He wore his best coat. The fabric was worn thin at the elbows. He did not care. He watched the candles. They flickered in the draft from the open windows. The wind was cold. It carried the smell of coal smoke. It was a...

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