The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The notice from the Guild of Cartographers lay on the desk, the paper yellowed and brittle, smelling of old ink and damp wool. It stated, in the dry, bureaucratic font of the administrative office, that my final survey of the Hollow Valley was overdue by three days. The deadline was the winter solstice. After that, my pension would be revoked, and the gambling debts my brother had left on the...

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