The Distant Cartograph

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2026-08-18 17:53:24 -

The coat was made of a fabric that seemed to drink the light, a deep, bruised purple that had faded to the color of old wine. It was not merely clothing; it was a second skin, a armor of wool and thread that had been worn so thin it hung on my shoulders like a shroud. I sat in the corner of the tavern, a place that did not exist on any map I had ever known, yet felt more real than the stone...

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