The Distant Cartograph
The ink did not merely stain the parchment; it consumed it, spreading in a black tide that drowned the coastline of the realm I had spent three decades mapping with such devout precision. I stood before the Great Table in the center of the Cartographer’s Hall, my hands trembling not from fear but from the sudden, violent weight of a truth that had been hidden beneath the lines I had drawn with...
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