The Distant Cartograph

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The stone walls of the Priory of Saint Jude wept with a perpetual, cold dampness that seeped into the marrow of anyone who dared to linger within their ancient embrace, a moisture that smelled of wet limestone and the slow, rotting decay of centuries-old oak. Thomas Bradshaw sat in the center of the refectory, a vast and echoing chamber where the air hung heavy with the scent of mildew and...

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