The Distant Cartograph

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The rain did not fall so much as it settled, a grey, pervasive damp that seeped into the stone walls of the Citadel and into the marrow of Elias’s bones. He stood before the map table, his hands trembling not from cold, but from the terrible, humming electricity that coiled in his chest, a physical weight that had grown heavier with every passing night. The map before him was not ink on...

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