The Distant Cartograph
The fever came in the dark. It was a living thing. A cold, grey beast. It sat on his chest. It pressed him down. Warden Elric woke. He did not open his eyes. The stone walls were breathing. They expanded. They contracted. The air was thick. It tasted of iron and mold. And something else. Something sweet. Rotting sweetness. He was in the pit. He knew this. He did not need to see. His body knew....
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