The Distant Cartograph
The ink was drying on the parchment as the city of Aethelgard began to unravel, a slow, tectonic shifting of stone and mortar that Caelen watched from the high balcony of the Archive with the detached horror of a man observing a fracture in his own mirror. He was not merely a scribe, nor even a scholar, though he held the title of Senior Cartographer by right of lineage and labor; he was, in...
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