The Distant Cartograph

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The ink had not yet dried on the parchment when the dream began to bleed through the fabric of his waking life. Silas Vane stood in the center of his cartography shop, a space that smelled of cedar shavings, stale pipe tobacco, and the sharp, metallic tang of iron gall ink. Outside, the city of Brackfell was dying. The war had not been a sudden explosion but a slow hemorrhage, a bleeding out of...

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