The Distant Cartograph

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The pen felt heavy in Elara’s hand, a cold iron weight against the grain of the mahogany table. She watched the ink spread into the fibers of the paper, a dark stain blooming where her signature should have been, and she smiled, a small, flippant curve of the lips that did not reach her eyes. "It’s just paper, isn’t it?" she asked, her voice light, almost sing-song, as if they were discussing...

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