The Distant Cartograph

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"Thomas." The name hung in the damp air of the cellar, heavy and wet, like a stone dropped into a well. It was not the Abbot’s voice, which was dry and brittle as old parchment, but something deeper, a grinding of tectonic plates that vibrated in the marrow of your bones. You did not look up from the *Codex Aeternum*. You were thirty years old, your knuckles swollen from the cold, and you had...

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