The Distant Cartograph

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The ink was still wet on the decree when you felt the weight of the room shift. It was not a physical movement, but a gravitational pull, a sudden tightening of the air against your skin that tasted of ozone and old dust. You stood in the center of the Great Hall, your hands trembling not from cold, but from the sheer, terrifying lightness of your own existence. Around you, the courtiers stood...

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