The Distant Cartograph

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The map had been drawn in ink that wept, a slow, viscous bleeding of black into the white grain of the parchment, a process that seemed to occur in real-time, a living thing that consumed the paper as it was made, and Elias stood in the center of the drawing room of the old Whitmore estate, holding the rolled scroll with hands that trembled not from the cold, which was a biting, wet thing that...

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