The Distant Cartograph

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The feast in the Hall of Whispers was not a celebration of harvest, nor a betrothal, nor a coronation, but a grotesque parody of all three, held under a sky that had forgotten how to turn. The air inside the great stone vault smelled of roasted boar and stale incense, a thick, cloying mixture that coated the back of the throat and settled in the lungs like fine dust. At the center of the long...

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