The Distant Cartograph

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2026-08-21 23:20:42 -

The frost bit into the wool of my tunic, a cold so absolute it seemed to calcify the marrow in my bones, and I stood there in the square, the weight of the village’s silence pressing against my chest like a physical hand, while the magistrate’s scribe scribbled his damning ledger with a scratch that sounded like the snapping of dry twigs underfoot. I was not a man of great renown, nor did I...

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