The Distant Cartograph

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2026-08-22 21:12:48 -

The ink refused to dry. I pressed the nib harder, scratching the parchment until the paper tore, but the black lines remained wet, glistening like fresh blood under the lamplight. Outside, the fog of the Hollows pressed against the windowpane, a thick, grey wall that smelled of wet iron and old rot. It was the third week of November, and my hands shook so badly I could barely hold the compass...

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