The Distant Cartograph
The feast was held in the hollow of the world, beneath a canopy of stars that did not twinkle but burned with the steady, cold fire of ancient ice. Here, in the realm of the Aetherial Court, time was not a river but a stone, immutable and heavy. Elder Silas sat at the head of the long table, his hands resting on the polished surface of a wood that had grown in a century and died in a second. He...
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