The Distant Cartograph

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The bread is stale. You know this. You feel the grit of it against your teeth, a dry, papery crunch that tastes of dust and forgotten time. You sit in the corner of the stone room, your back pressed against the cold wall. The air is thick with the smell of damp wool and old blood. It is a smell that has seeped into your skin over the years. You do not mind. You have stopped minding. You chew....

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