The Distant Cartograph

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2026-08-19 07:44:47 -

You are bleeding. It is on the floor. Red. Dark. You look down. Your hand is shaking. You look at the King. He is not looking at you. He is looking at the tapestry. The threads are loose. One thread hangs. It swings. "Get up," he says. His voice is soft. It is dry. Like old paper. You stand. Your legs feel heavy. They are not yours. They belong to the armor. The armor is cold. It bites your...

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