The Distant Cartograph

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The feast was a riot of wax and wine, a suffocating heat that pressed against the skin of the small hall in Alderford. You stood in the corner, your fingers white-knuckled around the stem of a goblet, watching the candlelight dance on the faces of the Magistrates. They looked bloated, radiant in their ermine, their laughter sharp and brittle as the frost that had settled on the windowpanes that...

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