The Distant Cartograph

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2026-08-21 11:17:29 -

The ivy had choked the west wing of the manor house, a green, suffocating embrace that whispered of decay against the stone. I sat alone in the library, the air thick with the scent of old paper and the faint, metallic tang of the rain that drummed against the high, arched windows. My hands trembled, not from the cold that seeped through the floorboards, but from the sheer, crushing weight of...

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