The Faded Quadrant

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The quill held seven drops of ink before the first line was drawn, a measurement I had kept precise for twenty years, counting the beads of black fluid that pooled in the nib’s reservoir as if they were coins in a merchant’s ledger. I am Elias, forty-two, the Royal Cartographer, and I want to finish the final quadrant of the King’s map before my hands shake too badly to hold the quill, a task...

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