The Distant Cartograph

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The map was wet. Elara held it in her hands. The ink bled. The lines of the continent dissolved into brown sludge. She watched the mountains flatten. She watched the rivers become tears. The room shook. Dust fell from the ceiling. It was not an earthquake. It was a breath. The room was not a room. It was the inside of a skull. Or perhaps the inside of a lung. The walls were wet with fluid. The...

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