The Distant Cartograph

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"The line is wrong, Thomas." My hand shook. It is an old tremor. It starts in the knuckles and travels up to the elbow. I have lived with it for ten years. It is the price of the sword. Or perhaps the price of the years I spent holding it. I looked at the map. The ink was fresh. It smelled of iron and salt. "Wrong how?" Arthur asked. He did not look up. He was scraping a spoonful of porridge...

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