The Distant Cartograph
The bell did not ring; it screamed, a jagged tear in the fabric of the dawn that shattered the silence of the city like a blacksmith’s hammer striking cold iron, and in that single, shattering instant, the world I had known dissolved into a haze of panic and dust as the great stone gates of the Citadel groaned open to admit the silence of the accusation. I stood there, frozen in the mud of the...
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