The Distant Cartograph

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The ink was not merely black, but a void that swallowed the light of the chandelier, a darkness that smelled of iron and dried blood, as I stood with my back against the cold marble pillar of the Great Hall, watching the two men who had once been my friends and now were my judges, their faces illuminated by the harsh, unforgiving glare of the electric lamps that buzzed with a low, persistent...

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