The Distant Cartograph

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You stand in the damp cell. The stone is cold against your back, a chill that seeps through the wool of your tunic and settles in your marrow. It is night, or what passes for night in this windowless hole beneath the castle. The air smells of wet earth and old iron. You are a soldier of the Crown, a man who has bled for the King’s peace. Yet here you are, bound in leather straps that bite into...

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