The Distant Cartograph
The first bite of the grey bread tastes like wet ash and old pennies, a flavor that coats the tongue with a strange, metallic sweetness that feels less like food and more like a liquid memory of decay. You are Elias, a King’s Guard of thirty years, and your want is simple and visceral: to survive the winter siege of Castle Blackwood and return to your wife in the village, but the opposing force...
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