The Distant Cartograph

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The bill was written in a hand I did not recognize, the ink a shade darker than the black I had used for twenty years. It lay on the oak desk, the wood grain worn smooth by the elbows of every scribe who had sat there since the reign of King John. I read it three times. The Abbot’s signature was missing, replaced by a simple, wet seal of wax that had not yet hardened. The amount was absurd, a...

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