The Distant Cartograph
The ink on the parchment hissed, a thin, sizzling sound that cut through the silence of the royal chamber. I watched the black liquid refuse to settle, crawling up the fibers against the grain, defying the simple physics of capillary action. It was a small thing, a trick of the light, or so I told myself, but my hand trembled as I held the quill. "Is there a problem, Master Elias?" The King’s...
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