The Distant Cartograph

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The ink on the parchment was not merely black; it was the color of a bruise that would never fade. I sat at the desk in the High Archive, my fingers stained to the second knuckle, tracing the coastline of a kingdom that had ceased to exist three centuries ago. The air in the tower was still, heavy with the dust of centuries and the faint, sweet rot of aging vellum. I was Margery. To the other...

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