The Distant Cartograph

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The hall smelled of roasting pork and stale wine, a thick, cloying fog that seemed to settle into the very fibers of the tapestries hanging along the stone walls. I stood near the back of the room, my hand resting on the hilt of my sword, feeling the cold metal through the leather grip, a small, sharp anchor in the chaotic swirl of laughter and clinking goblets. Sir Edward was holding court at...

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