The Distant Cartograph

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The feast hall smelled of roasted boar and stale wine, a thick cloying scent that clung to the back of your throat. You sat at the far end of the long oak table, your hands trembling not from the cold, but from the weight of the parchment unrolled before you. Duke Valerius sat at the head, his face flushed with power, while the courtiers laughed and drank, unaware that the walls they feasted...

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