The Distant Cartograph

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The rain fell like a curse. It hammered the stone bridge, slick and black. I stood there. My hands were bound. The ropes burned my wrists. "Let him go," I said. My voice was a rasp. "Let me go." The guards laughed. It was a wet, ugly sound. They were the King’s men. They wore grey. They smelled of iron and old blood. "Silence, traitor," the captain said. He stepped closer. His face was a mask...

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