The Distant Cartograph

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The iron bar was slick with condensation and the faint, metallic taste of old blood, a sensation that coated the back of my tongue as I pressed my shoulder against the rusted grate, my breath coming in ragged, shallow sips that burned like acid in my lungs. The air in the cellar was thick, heavy with the smell of damp wool, ozone, and the sweet, rotting scent of the orchids that had been...

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