The Distant Cartograph

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The quill slipped from Elias’s grasp, clattering against the oak desk with a sound that seemed too loud in the silent scriptorium. He stared at his right hand, which was no longer his own but a trembling thing, the fingers locked in a spasm that refused to release the feather. "You must stop, Elias," Brother Anselm said, his voice low and rough as the stone walls surrounding them. The Abbot...

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