The Distant Cartograph
The hands of the Duke of Avelon did not tremble, but they had begun to map a geography that was no longer his own. Wyll, the boy who served as the Duke’s shadow in the high towers of the castle, watched them with a reverence that had curdled into something colder, something harder. He was twelve, of an age when the world is still wide enough to hold all mysteries, but he had learned, in the...
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