The Distant Cartograph

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2026-08-20 07:58:36 -

The frost on the windowpanes of my workshop had turned into thick, jagged ferns of ice, blocking out the grey dawn that usually crept through the shutters. I did not care for the light. Light revealed the cracks in the plaster, the rot in the floorboards, and the hollow ache in my belly where breakfast should have been. I was a mapmaker, or so the town of Oakhaven claimed, though for three...

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