The Distant Cartograph

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2026-08-21 16:01:10 -

The rain in the city of Aethelgard did not fall so much as it hovered, a fine, persistent mist that clung to the stone walls and the wool of my cloak, turning the cobblestones into mirrors of grey and black. I stood at the edge of the Warder’s Plaza, my hand resting on the pommel of my sword, though I had not drawn it in three days. The weight of the blade was a familiar anchor, a physical...

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