The Distant Cartograph

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The stone was cold. It bit into his palms. Maren gripped the ledge. Below, the abyss yawned. Black. Deep. Endless. He looked up. The spire twisted. It did not touch the sky. It pierced it. "Stop," said Kael. His voice was thin. Torn by wind. Maren did not stop. He was the Warden. He kept the gate. The gate was a door. The door was stone. The stone was alive. It breathed. Slow. Deep. In. Out....

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