The Distant Cartograph

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The rain had been falling for three days, a persistent, gray veil that turned the cobblestones of the village into slick, dark mirrors reflecting the low, brooding sky. Inside the manor, the air was thick with the scent of damp wool, candle smoke, and the faint, metallic tang of old blood. Master Elias Thorne sat at the head of the long oak table, his fingers drumming a restless, irregular...

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