The Distant Cartograph

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You are standing in the hall. The floorboards creak. They are old. They are wet. The rain is coming through the roof. It drips on your boots. *Tick. Tick. Tick.* The air smells of mildew. And iron. And old blood. You are a man of the Law. You are the Sheriff of this place. This place is a ruin. It is a castle. Or a prison. It is hard to tell. The walls are high. They are made of stone. The...

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