The Distant Cartograph

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The ink in the well did not dry. It never had, not in the four centuries since the first scribe dipped his quill into the basin of black water that sat in the center of the Great Hall. Thomas Bradshaw stood before it, his reflection warped and stretched in the surface, a dark shape that seemed to move independently of his own breathing. The air in the Hall was thick with the scent of dried...

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