The Distant Cartograph

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The ink is not black, Elias, but a bruised purple, the color of a hematoma under pale skin, and it smells of copper and old rain. You sit in the cramped attic of your family home in Oria, the ancient city of stone and shadow, and you dip your quill into the vial, your hand trembling not from the cold but from the hunger that has been gnawing at your gut for weeks. Your mother, Martha, lies in...

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