The Distant Cartograph

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The cold in Kael did not bite; it settled. It was a physical weight, a dense, grey pressure that seeped through the limestone walls and into the marrow, stealing the heat from your blood and the clarity from your mind. You stood before the Captain’s desk, your boots squelching on the wet stone, and waited for him to look up from the ledger. The air smelled of rust and old paper, a dry, metallic...

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