The Wistful Voyage
You sit in the dark. The room is small. The air is thick. It smells of wet wool and old paper. You are a mapmaker. You draw the world for men who do not know how to read it. Your hands are steady. Your eyes are sharp. But your heart is heavy. It has been heavy for years. It is a stone in your chest. It will not go away. Old Thomas sits across from you. He is your master. He is your friend. He...
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