The Distant Cartograph

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The ink on the vellum was not black, but the deep, bruised violet of a storm cloud just before it breaks, and it smelled of iron and wet earth. Elara Vance did not look up from her work, though the air in the Grand Hall of the Sovereign’s Office was thick with the weight of expectation, a suffocating blanket woven from the breaths of three hundred silent dignitaries. She was a creature of...

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