The Distant Cartograph

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The ice came not as a weather event but as a judgment, a white, silent wall that swallowed the horizon and erased the world we had known, turning the air into a substance thick enough to taste, cold and metallic against the tongue. I stood at the prow of the *Aethelgard*, a vessel of oak and iron that groaned under the weight of the glacier, my hands gripping the railing until the wood...

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