The Distant Cartograph
The parchment was not merely paper, but a skin, a fragile and translucent membrane that held the entire known world in its brittle, brittle grip, and Elias Thorne sat in the corner of the High Chamber, his hands trembling not from the cold that seeped through the stone floor but from the terrible, intoxicating weight of the secret he had spent three years weaving into the ink, his eyes fixed on...
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