The Distant Cartograph

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The rain slicked the cobblestones into black mirrors, reflecting the jagged, lightning-scarred sky of the Iron City, a place where the air tasted of copper and old blood and you, Cael, felt the weight of your small hands trembling against the leather straps of the cart you were supposed to be pushing, not being dragged through by a man who looked like a shadow with a face. You were seven,...

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