The Distant Cartograph

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The dream was not a place but a texture, a pervasive humidity that settled into the marrow of your bones before you opened your eyes in the cold, iron-belted room of the Imperial Cartographic Bureau. You lay there, suspended in the heavy silence of the pre-dawn hour, feeling the weight of the ink-stained sheets stacked beside your bed, their edges sharp as razors, cutting into the air with a...

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