The Distant Cartograph

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The letter lay on the damp stone floor of the cellar, its edges curling away from the cold like a dying leaf. I picked it up, the parchment brittle and cold against my fingers, and read the Duke’s seal pressed into the wax. It was a notice of termination, dated three days prior, yet I had only just received it, the messenger having slipped the note into the grate of my workshop door while I was...

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