The Distant Cartograph

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The hall smelled of roasted boar and wet wool. It was a thick, cloying scent, heavy with the breath of forty men who had traveled far from the sea to claim this high, cold stone. I sat at the edge of the long table, my hands wrapped around a cup of ale that had gone warm and bitter. The fire in the hearth roared, a beast trapped behind iron bars, throwing long, dancing shadows against the...

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