The Distant Cartograph
The iron shield cracked against the stone wall with a sound like a bone snapping, and the dust of the ancient city settled into the creases of Elias’s armor, coating his skin in a fine, gray powder that tasted of iron and old blood. He stood in the center of the ruined square, his breathing shallow and ragged, the air thick with the scent of extinguished fires and the metallic tang of fear that...
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