The Distant Cartograph
The rain has been falling for three days, a thin, persistent mist that soaks into the wool of your coat and settles in the bones of your hands, which are currently resting on the oak desk in the small, candlelit study of the university hall, a room that smells of damp stone, old paper, and the faint, sweet rot of the lily that sits in the corner, a white bloom that has not yet opened but seems...
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