The Distant Cartograph

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The ink in the scriptorium smelled of iron and rot, a scent that Elara had long since stopped noticing until it began to taste of copper on her tongue. She was thirty years old, a junior scribe at the Abbey of St. Jude, and her tenure depended on finishing the *Codex Luminis* before the winter solstice. Her left hand, resting on the vellum, was growing cold, the skin taking on a faint,...

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