The Distant Cartograph

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The pen tip scraped the vellum, a dry, rasping sound that filled the small office like the skitter of a mouse in the walls. I was tracing the southern bank of the river, the line wavered, corrected, wavered again. My hand was steady, but the air in the room felt heavy, thick with the scent of stale tobacco and the faint, metallic tang of the locket against my chest. It was a Tuesday. I had two...

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