The Distant Cartograph

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The ink was still wet on the vellum when the compass needle began to tremble, a subtle, violent shudder that defied the stillness of the drafting room. I am Elias, twelve years old, and in the autumn of 1893, I serve as an apprentice cartographer in the stone-walled archives of the Imperial Geographic Society, a place where the air smells of dust, old paper, and the quiet rot of secrets. My...

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