The Distant Cartograph

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The feast was held in the Great Hall of the Citadel, a cavernous space where the air hung thick with the scent of roasted boar, spiced wine, and the damp, earthy smell of the moss that crept up the ancient stone walls. I sat at the lower table, my hands trembling slightly as I tried to steady a goblet of ale that had gone warm and bitter in the cup. The torchlight flickered, casting long,...

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