The Distant Cartograph

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The bell did not ring. It cracked. A jagged shard of bronze fell from the belfry. It landed in the mud. It hummed. Maelis stared at it. He was the Keeper. He was old. His hands shook. They were stained with ink. The ink was black. The ink was dry. The Abbey stood in the mist. The mist was thick. The mist was cold. He walked inside. The library was dark. The candles were out. The shelves were...

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