The Distant Cartograph

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The rain in Orenburg did not fall so much as it hung, a persistent, damp veil that turned the cobblestones of the old quarter into slick mirrors reflecting the crumbling facades of the medieval guildhalls. Elias Vane, whose hands were mapped with the same intricate lines he drew for a living, stood in the doorway of his workshop, the smell of iron gall ink and stale tobacco clinging to his wool...

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