The Distant Cartograph

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The dream began not with light, but with the smell of damp earth and the heavy, cloying sweetness of overripe plums. Elara woke in the grey half-light of a stone chamber, the air thick with the scent of beeswax and decay. She lay upon a pallet of dried reeds, her body heavy with a fatigue that seemed to have settled into her very bones, a weariness that spoke of centuries rather than days....

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