The Distant Cartograph

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You are on your knees in the mud. The rain is cold. It soaks through your tunic and sits heavy in the folds of your skin. You are a soldier of the Iron Guard. You hold the map. It is not paper. It is skin. The map is your own arm. From shoulder to wrist, the ink has eaten into the flesh. You can feel the borders of the kingdoms moving under the surface. They twitch. They breathe. When you flex...

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