The Distant Cartograph

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The banquet hall of the Whitmore Estate was a cathedral of excess, where the air hung heavy with the scent of roasted pheasant and the sweet, cloying perfume of lilies that had been watered too much, their petals drooping like exhausted hands. I stood near the edge of the mahogany table, my fingers tracing the rim of a crystal goblet, watching the light fracture through the liquid and cast a...

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