The Wistful Saga
The parchment lay flat on the oak table, the ink still wet, smelling of iron and rot, and I knew before I touched it that the world I had spent twenty years measuring was already gone. I am Elias Thorne, cartographer to the Duke of York, and in the autumn of 1347, I woke to find the well in our garden no longer holding water but a thick, black slurry that oozed over the stone lip like a wound...
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