The Distant Cartograph
The pencil tip wore down to a nub, shaving off another fraction of a millimeter from the graphite core, and Elias Thorne counted the strokes, one, two, three, as he traced the jagged western edge of the fictional Isle of Aethelgard, a landmass that existed only in the ink-stained ledgers of the Royal Geographical Society and in the fading, trembling memory of his late mentor, Silas. The air in...
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