The Distant Ghost
The dampness of the archive seeps into your bones, a cold, wet weight that mirrors the hollow ache in your chest as you stare at the parchment. It is the year 1347, and you, Elias, the King’s Royal Cartographer, stand alone in the dim, candlelit chamber, desperate to complete the Map of the World’s Edge before the autumn solstice. Your hands tremble, not from the chill, but from the presence...
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