The Distant Cartograph

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The ink is dry. It has been dry for a hundred years. I sit in the high tower. The wind screams outside. It does not matter. My hands are steady. My mind is sharp. I hold the map. It is a sheet of vellum. It is thin as a leaf. It is heavy as a stone. I have drawn the coast. I have drawn the mountains. I have drawn the river. I have drawn the city. The city is small. The city is mine. I named the...

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