The Distant Cartograph

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You stand in the center of the long, vaulted hall where the air hangs heavy with the scent of dried lavender and the metallic tang of old brass, your hands trembling not from the cold that seeps through the wool of your coat but from the terrible, quiet realization that the map you have spent the last three years meticulously charting is not merely a document of terrain but a confession of your...

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