The Distant Cartograph

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The dream was always the same, a viscous dark where ink did not dry but bled, pooling in the contours of a valley that shifted beneath my feet. I stood on a ridge that should have been solid granite, yet it dissolved into a slurry of black water, and in the center of the map, a line of red ink snaked across the disputed border like a fresh wound, rewriting the geography of the Northlands every...

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