The Distant Cartograph

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The feast was cold. The candles had burned low, their wax pooling on the silver trays like white blood. In the Great Hall of the Iron Keep, the air was thick with the scent of stale wine and old dust. Sir Edward Ashworth sat at the head of the long oak table. He was a large man. His hands were broad. They were stained with the ink of the map. The map was unrolled before him. It covered the...

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